Row-wing and breaking lamps. The Rabbis fled
To fetch their canes brass headed:—I alone
With breeches pack, and box of ladies’ caxens,[117]
Shuffled about the jolly dogs, and filch’d
Their pocket-books;—I sought Ben Israel;
Whom with a troop of fifty perjur’d Brokers
I Bank-ward follow’d: the notes we parted;
Next morn we fac’d the Stock-encumber’d foe.
We bought up Consols. Ere a transfer made,
A bargain from my tongue did up their chief,