"Submit to my fate!" said Rebecca – "and, sacred Heaven! to what fate? – embrace thy religion! and what religion can it be that harbours such a villain? – thou the best lance of the Templars! – Craven knight! – forsworn priest! I spit at thee, and I defy thee. – The God of Abraham's promise hath opened an escape to his daughter – even from this abyss of infamy!" (24.39)
"Pax vobiscum!" said the pseudo friar, and was endeavouring to hurry past, when a soft voice replied, "Et vobis – quoeso, domine reverendissime, pro misericordia vestra."
"I am somewhat deaf," replied Cedric, in good Saxon, and at the same time muttered to himself, "A curse on the fool and his Pax vobiscum! I have lost my javelin at the first cast."
It was, however, no unusual thing for a priest of those days to be deaf of his Latin ear, and this the person who now addressed Cedric knew full well. (26.50-52)
The peasant, fumbling in his bosom with a trembling hand, produced a small box, bearing some Hebrew characters on the lid, which was, with most of the audience, a sure proof that the devil had stood apothecary. Beaumanoir, after crossing himself, took the box into his hand, and, learned in most of the Eastern tongues, read with ease the motto on the lid, – "The Lion of the tribe of Judah hath conquered." "Strange powers of Sathanas." said he, "which can convert Scripture into blasphemy, mingling poison with our necessary food! – Is there no leech here who can tell us the ingredients of this mystic unguent?" (37.24)