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How many jokes he knew! Even when I scolded him, he would make me laugh. I could not do anything with him, he was so strong. If I tried to beat him, he beat me.--If I wouldn't give him money, he would catch my Jews on the street, and take it from them.--He had a great mind!--He might have been a candidate for the Palatinate--He might have lived to be a hundred years old--He was only twenty-five--and three, that makes twenty-eight,--true, but those three don't count--for he has been dead since then--but why is he dead? because his horse made a mis-step in battle, otherwise he would have killed the other man--is that justice?--A fine world this where the four feet of a horse are the judge--that donkey of a priest says he will turn to dust--my son, dust! It's a lie.--More likely it'll be gold--to-morrow I'll have his coffin opened.--There he lies in the vault of a papist church.--What's that? What did they put him there for? Because he wanted it--he wanted it, himself.--So he could torment the saints after his death--I wonder if he does!--I wonder if he goes and hits Saint Anthony in the nose--I wonder if he gets up in the ghostly hours to hit the bell--What's that!--Is that the sound of a bell? Who heard it?--Anybody else?--Here, Master Mathias, where are you? Did you hear anything?