"Say, Silvestro, what colour was the Jew's blood?"
Silvestro opened wide those blue eyes, which had wrought such havoc
among the Paduan nobility.
"Black, Andrea!" he whispered again; "black as pig's blood!"
Andrea crossed himself. "Pio Cristo," he prayed, "let me kill a Jew some
day!"
Even then Castracane, the sceptic, was not satisfied. "All I know is,"
said he, "that I saw a Jew cutting bread at the _Albero Verde_ last
Martinmas, and he slipped into his own thumb, and came off as red as a
dog's tongue. Bah!"
"Damn the Jew," said Petruccio, yawning; "let's go to sleep, boys."