The good Servant took his fiddle from his neck, and put it into
position, and at the first chord everybody began to wag their heads,
the Judge, his Clerk, and all the Officers of Justice, and the rope
fell out of the hand of the man about to bind the Jew.
At the second scrape, they all lifted their legs, and the Hangman let
go his hold of the honest Servant, to make ready to dance.
At the third scrape they one and all leapt into the air, and began to
caper about, the Judge and the Jew at the head, and they all leapt
their best.
Soon, every one who had come to the market-place out of curiosity, old
and young, fat and lean, were dancing as hard as they could; even the
dogs got upon their hind legs, and pranced about with the rest. The
longer he played, the higher they jumped, till they knocked their
heads together, and made each other cry out.
At last the Judge, quite out of breath, cried: 'I will give you your
life, if only you will stop playing.'
The honest Servant allowed himself to be prevailed upon, laid his
fiddle aside, and came down the ladder. Then he went up to the Jew,
who lay upon the ground gasping, and said to him:
'You rascal, confess where you got the money, or I will begin to play
again.'
'I stole it! I stole it!' he screamed; 'but you have honestly earned
it.'
The Judge then ordered the Jew to the gallows to be hanged as a thief.