THE WHITE WIND. 
69 
THE CENTURION 
 
The brazenest whore in Syria, I dare swear ! 
 
PUBLIUS 
 
Look at the blood !  A very Hymen flare ! 
 
THE CENTURION 
 
New meat to-night.  She hath acquired the taste.  
Come, friends, enjoy her.  Have we time to waste ?  
I heard the cock crow. 
 
He embraces her rudely. 
 
PUBLIUS 
 
Let it crow for her ! 
 
One by one they defile her. 
 
MIRIAM 
 
Scarce forty !  Yet the dawn begins to stir :  
The Wolf’s tail blots my star.  At last I strain  
Some strength that strains my body back again. 
 
THE CENTURION 
 
Enough, lads !  If she breed not, at my peril  
I shall uphold it “ Jewish girls are sterile. ”