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"There was once a rich man, who had a servant who served him diligently and honestly. He was every morning the first out of bed, and the last to go to rest at night, and whenever there was a difficult job to be done, which nobody cared to undertake, he was always the first to set himself to it. Moreover, he never complained, but was contented with everything and always merry. When a year was ended, his master gave him no wages, for he said to himself, that is the cleverest way, for I shall save something and he will not go away, but stay quietly in my service. The servant said nothing, but did his work the second year as he had done it the first, and when at the end of this, likewise, he received no wages, he submitted and still stayed on. When the third year also was past, the master considered, put his hand in his pocket, but pulled nothing out. Then at last the servant said, master, for three years I have served you honestly, be so good as to give me what I ought to have, for I wish to leave, and look about me a little more in the world. Yes, my good fellow, answered the old miser, you have served me industriously, and therefore you shall be graciously rewarded. And he put his hand into his pocket, but counted out only three farthings, saying, there, you have a farthing for each year, that is large and liberal pay, such as you would have received from few masters. The honest servant, who understood little about money, put his fortune into his pocket, and thought, ah, now that I have my purse full, why need I trouble and plague myself any longer with hard work. So on he went, up hill and down dale, and sang and jumped to his heart's content. Now it came to pass that as he was going by a thicket a little man stepped out, and called to him, whither away, merry brother. I see you do not carry many cares. Why should I be sad, answered the servant, I have enough. Three years, wages are jingling in my pocket. How much is your treasure, the dwarf asked him. How much. Three farthings sterling, all told. Look here, said the dwarf, I am a poor needy man, give me your three farthings, I can work no longer but you are young, and can easily earn your bread. And as the servant had a good heart, and felt pity for the little man, he gave him the three farthings, saying, take them in the name of heaven, I shall not be any the worse for it. Then the little man said, as I see you have a good heart I grant you three wishes, one for each farthing, they shall all be fulfilled. Aha, said the servant, you are one of those who can work wonders. Well, then, if it is to be so, I wish, first, for a gun, which shall hit everything that I aim at, secondly, for a fiddle, which when I play on it, shall compel all who hear it to dance, thirdly, that if I ask a favor of any one he shall not be able to refuse it. All that shall you have, said the dwarf, and put his hand into the bush, and just imagine, there lay a fiddle and gun, all ready, just as if they had been ordered. These he gave to the servant, and then said to him, whatever you may ask at any time, no man in the world shall be able to deny you. Heart alive. What more can one desire, said the servant, to himself, and went merrily onwards. Soon afterwards he met a Jew with a long goat's beard, who was standing listening to the song of a bird which was sitting up at the top of a tree. Good heavens, he was exclaiming, that such a small creature should have such a fearfully loud voice. If it were but mine. If only someone would sprinkle some salt upon its tail. If that is all, said the servant, the bird shall soon be down here. And taking aim he blew, and down fell the bird into the thorn-bushes. Go, you rogue, he said to the Jew, and fetch the bird out for yourself. Oh, said the Jew, leave out the rogue, my master, and I will do it at once. I will get the bird out for myself, now that you have hit it. Then he lay down on the ground, and began to crawl into the thicket. When he was fast among the thorns, the good servant's humor so tempted him that he took up his fiddle and began to play. In a moment the Jew's legs began to move, and to jump into the air, and the more the servant fiddled the better went the dance. But the thorns tore his shabby coat from him, combed his beard, and pricked and plucked him all over the body. Oh, dear, cried the Jew, what do I want with your fiddling. Leave the fiddle alone master, I do not want to dance. But the servant did not listen to him, and thought, you have fleeced people often enough, now the thorn-bushes shall do the same to you. And he began to play over again, so that the Jew had to jump higher than ever, and scraps of his coat were left hanging on the thorns. Oh, woe's me, cried the Jew, I will give the gentleman whatsoever he asks if only he leaves off fiddling, a whole purseful of gold. If you are so liberal, said the servant, I will stop my music, but this I must say to your credit, that you dance to it so well that one must really admire it. And having taken the purse he went his way. The Jew stood still and watched the servant quietly until he was far off and out of sight, and then he screamed out with all his might, you miserable musician, you beer-house fiddler. Wait till I catch you alone, I will hunt you till the soles of your shoes fall off. You ragamuffin, just put six farthings in your mouth, that you may be worth three halfpence. And went on abusing him as fast as he could speak. As soon as he had refreshed himself a little in this way, and got his breath again, he ran into the town to the justice. My lord judge, he said, I have come to make a complaint, see how a rascal has robbed and ill-treated me on the public highway. A stone on the ground might pity me, my clothes all torn, my body pricked and scratched, my little all gone with my purse - good ducats, each piece better than the last, for God's sake let the man be thrown into prison. Was it a soldier, said the judge, who cut you thus with his sabre. Nothing of the sort, said the Jew, it was no sword that he had, but a gun hanging at his back, and a fiddle at his neck, the wretch may easily be recognized. So the judge sent his people out after the man, and they found the good servant, who had been going quite slowly along, and they found, too, the purse with the money upon him. As soon as he was taken before the judge he said, I did not touch the Jew, nor take his money, he gave it to me of his own free will, that I might leave off fiddling because he could not bear my music. Heaven defend us, cried the Jew, his lies are as thick as flies upon the wall. But the judge also did not believe his tale, and said, this is a bad defence, no Jew would do that. And because he had committed robbery on the public highway, he sentenced the good servant to be hanged. As he was being led away the Jew again screamed after him, you vagabond. You dog of a fiddler. Now you are going to receive your well-earned reward. The servant walked quietly with the hangman up the ladder, but upon the last step he turned round and said to the judge, grant me just one request before I die. Yes, if you do not ask your life, said the judge. I do not ask for life, answered the servant, but as a last favor let me play once more upon my fiddle. The Jew raised a great cry of, murder. Murder. For goodness, sake do not allow it. Do not allow it. But the judge said, why should I not let him have this short pleasure. It has been granted to him, and he shall have it. However, he could not have refused on account of the gift which had been bestowed on the servant. Then the Jew cried, oh. Woe's me. Tie me, tie me fast. While the good servant took his fiddle from his neck, and made ready. As he gave the first scrape, they all began to quiver and shake, the judge, his clerk, and the hangman and his men, and the cord fell out of the hand of the one who was going to tie the Jew fast. At the second scrape they all leaped up and began to dance, the judge and the Jew being the best at jumping. Soon all who had gathered in the market-place out of curiosity were dancing with them, old and young, fat and lean, one with another. The dogs, likewise, which had run there, got up on their hind legs and capered about, and the longer he played, the higher sprang the dancers, so that they knocked against each other's heads and began to shriek terribly. At length the judge cried, quite of breath, I will give you your life if you will only stop fiddling. The good servant thereupon had compassion, took his fiddle and hung it round his neck again, and stepped down the ladder. Then he went up to the Jew, who was lying upon the ground panting for breath, and said, you rascal, now confess, whence you got the money, or I will take my fiddle and begin to play again. I stole it, I stole it, cried he, but you have honestly earned it. So the judge had the Jew taken to the gallows and hanged as a thief."
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Then at last the servant said, master, for three years I have served you honestly, be so good as to give me what I ought to have, for I wish to leave, and look about me a little more in the world. Yes, my good fellow, answered the old miser, you have served me industriously, and therefore you shall be graciously rewarded. And he put his hand into his pocket, but counted out only three farthings, saying, there, you have a farthing for each year, that is large and liberal pay, such as you would have received from few masters. The honest servant, who understood little about money, put his fortune into his pocket, and thought, ah, now that I have my purse full, why need I trouble and plague myself any longer with hard work. So on he went, up hill and down dale, and sang and jumped to his heart's content. Now it came to pass that as he was going by a thicket a little man stepped out, and called to him, whither away, merry brother. I see you do not carry many cares. Why should I be sad, answered the servant, I have enough. Three years, wages are jingling in my pocket. How much is your treasure, the dwarf asked him. How much. Three farthings sterling, all told. Look here, said the dwarf, I am a poor needy man, give me your three farthings, I can work no longer but you are young, and can easily earn your bread. And as the servant had a good heart, and felt pity for the little man, he gave him the three farthings, saying, take them in the name of heaven, I shall not be any the worse for it. Then the little man said, as I see you have a good heart I grant you three wishes, one for each farthing, they shall all be fulfilled. Aha, said the servant, you are one of those who can work wonders. Well, then, if it is to be so, I wish, first, for a gun, which shall hit everything that I aim at, secondly, for a fiddle, which when I play on it, shall compel all who hear it to dance, thirdly, that if I ask a favor of any one he shall not be able to refuse it. All that shall you have, said the dwarf, and put his hand into the bush, and just imagine, there lay a fiddle and gun, all ready, just as if they had been ordered. These he gave to the servant, and then said to him, whatever you may ask at any time, no man in the world shall be able to deny you. Heart alive. What more can one desire, said the servant, to himself, and went merrily onwards. Soon afterwards he met a Jew with a long goat's beard, who was standing listening to the song of a bird which was sitting up at the top of a tree. Good heavens, he was exclaiming, that such a small creature should have such a fearfully loud voice. If it were but mine. If only someone would sprinkle some salt upon its tail. If that is all, said the servant, the bird shall soon be down here. And taking aim he blew, and down fell the bird into the thorn-bushes. Go, you rogue, he said to the Jew, and fetch the bird out for yourself. Oh, said the Jew, leave out the rogue, my master, and I will do it at once. I will get the bird out for myself, now that you have hit it. Then he lay down on the ground, and began to crawl into the thicket. When he was fast among the thorns, the good servant's humor so tempted him that he took up his fiddle and began to play. In a moment the Jew's legs began to move, and to jump into the air, and the more the servant fiddled the better went the dance. But the thorns tore his shabby coat from him, combed his beard, and pricked and plucked him all over the body. Oh, dear, cried the Jew, what do I want with your fiddling. Leave the fiddle alone master, I do not want to dance. But the servant did not listen to him, and thought, you have fleeced people often enough, now the thorn-bushes shall do the same to you. And he began to play over again, so that the Jew had to jump higher than ever, and scraps of his coat were left hanging on the thorns. Oh, woe's me, cried the Jew, I will give the gentleman whatsoever he asks if only he leaves off fiddling, a whole purseful of gold. If you are so liberal, said the servant, I will stop my music, but this I must say to your credit, that you dance to it so well that one must really admire it. And having taken the purse he went his way. The Jew stood still and watched the servant quietly until he was far off and out of sight, and then he screamed out with all his might, you miserable musician, you beer-house fiddler. Wait till I catch you alone, I will hunt you till the soles of your shoes fall off. You ragamuffin, just put six farthings in your mouth, that you may be worth three halfpence. And went on abusing him as fast as he could speak. As soon as he had refreshed himself a little in this way, and got his breath again, he ran into the town to the justice. My lord judge, he said, I have come to make a complaint, see how a rascal has robbed and ill-treated me on the public highway. A stone on the ground might pity me, my clothes all torn, my body pricked and scratched, my little all gone with my purse - good ducats, each piece better than the last, for God's sake let the man be thrown into prison. Was it a soldier, said the judge, who cut you thus with his sabre. Nothing of the sort, said the Jew, it was no sword that he had, but a gun hanging at his back, and a fiddle at his neck, the wretch may easily be recognized. So the judge sent his people out after the man, and they found the good servant, who had been going quite slowly along, and they found, too, the purse with the money upon him. As soon as he was taken before the judge he said, I did not touch the Jew, nor take his money, he gave it to me of his own free will, that I might leave off fiddling because he could not bear my music. Heaven defend us, cried the Jew, his lies are as thick as flies upon the wall. But the judge also did not believe his tale, and said, this is a bad defence, no Jew would do that. And because he had committed robbery on the public highway, he sentenced the good servant to be hanged. As he was being led away the Jew again screamed after him, you vagabond. You dog of a fiddler. Now you are going to receive your well-earned reward. The servant walked quietly with the hangman up the ladder, but upon the last step he turned round and said to the judge, grant me just one request before I die. Yes, if you do not ask your life, said the judge. I do not ask for life, answered the servant, but as a last favor let me play once more upon my fiddle. The Jew raised a great cry of, murder. Murder. For goodness, sake do not allow it. Do not allow it. But the judge said, why should I not let him have this short pleasure. It has been granted to him, and he shall have it. However, he could not have refused on account of the gift which had been bestowed on the servant. Then the Jew cried, oh. Woe's me. Tie me, tie me fast. While the good servant took his fiddle from his neck, and made ready. As he gave the first scrape, they all began to quiver and shake, the judge, his clerk, and the hangman and his men, and the cord fell out of the hand of the one who was going to tie the Jew fast. At the second scrape they all leaped up and began to dance, the judge and the Jew being the best at jumping. Soon all who had gathered in the market-place out of curiosity were dancing with them, old and young, fat and lean, one with another. The dogs, likewise, which had run there, got up on their hind legs and capered about, and the longer he played, the higher sprang the dancers, so that they knocked against each other's heads and began to shriek terribly. At length the judge cried, quite of breath, I will give you your life if you will only stop fiddling. The good servant thereupon had compassion, took his fiddle and hung it round his neck again, and stepped down the ladder. Then he went up to the Jew, who was lying upon the ground panting for breath, and said, you rascal, now confess, whence you got the money, or I will take my fiddle and begin to play again. I stole it, I stole it, cried he, but you have honestly earned it. So the judge had the Jew taken to the gallows and hanged as a thief.",
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Then at last the servant said, master, for three years I have served you honestly, be so good as to give me what I ought to have, for I wish to leave, and look about me a little more in the world. Yes, my good fellow, answered the old miser, you have served me industriously, and therefore you shall be graciously rewarded. And he put his hand into his pocket, but counted out only three farthings, saying, there, you have a farthing for each year, that is large and liberal pay, such as you would have received from few masters. The honest servant, who understood little about money, put his fortune into his pocket, and thought, ah, now that I have my purse full, why need I trouble and plague myself any longer with hard work. So on he went, up hill and down dale, and sang and jumped to his heart's content. Now it came to pass that as he was going by a thicket a little man stepped out, and called to him, whither away, merry brother. I see you do not carry many cares. Why should I be sad, answered the servant, I have enough. Three years, wages are jingling in my pocket. How much is your treasure, the dwarf asked him. How much. Three farthings sterling, all told. Look here, said the dwarf, I am a poor needy man, give me your three farthings, I can work no longer but you are young, and can easily earn your bread. And as the servant had a good heart, and felt pity for the little man, he gave him the three farthings, saying, take them in the name of heaven, I shall not be any the worse for it. Then the little man said, as I see you have a good heart I grant you three wishes, one for each farthing, they shall all be fulfilled. Aha, said the servant, you are one of those who can work wonders. Well, then, if it is to be so, I wish, first, for a gun, which shall hit everything that I aim at, secondly, for a fiddle, which when I play on it, shall compel all who hear it to dance, thirdly, that if I ask a favor of any one he shall not be able to refuse it. All that shall you have, said the dwarf, and put his hand into the bush, and just imagine, there lay a fiddle and gun, all ready, just as if they had been ordered. These he gave to the servant, and then said to him, whatever you may ask at any time, no man in the world shall be able to deny you. Heart alive. What more can one desire, said the servant, to himself, and went merrily onwards. Soon afterwards he met a Jew with a long goat's beard, who was standing listening to the song of a bird which was sitting up at the top of a tree. Good heavens, he was exclaiming, that such a small creature should have such a fearfully loud voice. If it were but mine. If only someone would sprinkle some salt upon its tail. If that is all, said the servant, the bird shall soon be down here. And taking aim he blew, and down fell the bird into the thorn-bushes. Go, you rogue, he said to the Jew, and fetch the bird out for yourself. Oh, said the Jew, leave out the rogue, my master, and I will do it at once. I will get the bird out for myself, now that you have hit it. Then he lay down on the ground, and began to crawl into the thicket. When he was fast among the thorns, the good servant's humor so tempted him that he took up his fiddle and began to play. In a moment the Jew's legs began to move, and to jump into the air, and the more the servant fiddled the better went the dance. But the thorns tore his shabby coat from him, combed his beard, and pricked and plucked him all over the body. Oh, dear, cried the Jew, what do I want with your fiddling. Leave the fiddle alone master, I do not want to dance. But the servant did not listen to him, and thought, you have fleeced people often enough, now the thorn-bushes shall do the same to you. And he began to play over again, so that the Jew had to jump higher than ever, and scraps of his coat were left hanging on the thorns. Oh, woe's me, cried the Jew, I will give the gentleman whatsoever he asks if only he leaves off fiddling, a whole purseful of gold. If you are so liberal, said the servant, I will stop my music, but this I must say to your credit, that you dance to it so well that one must really admire it. And having taken the purse he went his way. The Jew stood still and watched the servant quietly until he was far off and out of sight, and then he screamed out with all his might, you miserable musician, you beer-house fiddler. Wait till I catch you alone, I will hunt you till the soles of your shoes fall off. You ragamuffin, just put six farthings in your mouth, that you may be worth three halfpence. And went on abusing him as fast as he could speak. As soon as he had refreshed himself a little in this way, and got his breath again, he ran into the town to the justice. My lord judge, he said, I have come to make a complaint, see how a rascal has robbed and ill-treated me on the public highway. A stone on the ground might pity me, my clothes all torn, my body pricked and scratched, my little all gone with my purse - good ducats, each piece better than the last, for God's sake let the man be thrown into prison. Was it a soldier, said the judge, who cut you thus with his sabre. Nothing of the sort, said the Jew, it was no sword that he had, but a gun hanging at his back, and a fiddle at his neck, the wretch may easily be recognized. So the judge sent his people out after the man, and they found the good servant, who had been going quite slowly along, and they found, too, the purse with the money upon him. As soon as he was taken before the judge he said, I did not touch the Jew, nor take his money, he gave it to me of his own free will, that I might leave off fiddling because he could not bear my music. Heaven defend us, cried the Jew, his lies are as thick as flies upon the wall. But the judge also did not believe his tale, and said, this is a bad defence, no Jew would do that. And because he had committed robbery on the public highway, he sentenced the good servant to be hanged. As he was being led away the Jew again screamed after him, you vagabond. You dog of a fiddler. Now you are going to receive your well-earned reward. The servant walked quietly with the hangman up the ladder, but upon the last step he turned round and said to the judge, grant me just one request before I die. Yes, if you do not ask your life, said the judge. I do not ask for life, answered the servant, but as a last favor let me play once more upon my fiddle. The Jew raised a great cry of, murder. Murder. For goodness, sake do not allow it. Do not allow it. But the judge said, why should I not let him have this short pleasure. It has been granted to him, and he shall have it. However, he could not have refused on account of the gift which had been bestowed on the servant. Then the Jew cried, oh. Woe's me. Tie me, tie me fast. While the good servant took his fiddle from his neck, and made ready. As he gave the first scrape, they all began to quiver and shake, the judge, his clerk, and the hangman and his men, and the cord fell out of the hand of the one who was going to tie the Jew fast. At the second scrape they all leaped up and began to dance, the judge and the Jew being the best at jumping. Soon all who had gathered in the market-place out of curiosity were dancing with them, old and young, fat and lean, one with another. The dogs, likewise, which had run there, got up on their hind legs and capered about, and the longer he played, the higher sprang the dancers, so that they knocked against each other's heads and began to shriek terribly. At length the judge cried, quite of breath, I will give you your life if you will only stop fiddling. The good servant thereupon had compassion, took his fiddle and hung it round his neck again, and stepped down the ladder. Then he went up to the Jew, who was lying upon the ground panting for breath, and said, you rascal, now confess, whence you got the money, or I will take my fiddle and begin to play again. I stole it, I stole it, cried he, but you have honestly earned it. So the judge had the Jew taken to the gallows and hanged as a thief."
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Then at last the servant said, master, for three years I have served you honestly, be so good as to give me what I ought to have, for I wish to leave, and look about me a little more in the world. Yes, my good fellow, answered the old miser, you have served me industriously, and therefore you shall be graciously rewarded. And he put his hand into his pocket, but counted out only three farthings, saying, there, you have a farthing for each year, that is large and liberal pay, such as you would have received from few masters. The honest servant, who understood little about money, put his fortune into his pocket, and thought, ah, now that I have my purse full, why need I trouble and plague myself any longer with hard work. So on he went, up hill and down dale, and sang and jumped to his heart's content. Now it came to pass that as he was going by a thicket a little man stepped out, and called to him, whither away, merry brother. I see you do not carry many cares. Why should I be sad, answered the servant, I have enough. Three years, wages are jingling in my pocket. How much is your treasure, the dwarf asked him. How much. Three farthings sterling, all told. Look here, said the dwarf, I am a poor needy man, give me your three farthings, I can work no longer but you are young, and can easily earn your bread. And as the servant had a good heart, and felt pity for the little man, he gave him the three farthings, saying, take them in the name of heaven, I shall not be any the worse for it. Then the little man said, as I see you have a good heart I grant you three wishes, one for each farthing, they shall all be fulfilled. Aha, said the servant, you are one of those who can work wonders. Well, then, if it is to be so, I wish, first, for a gun, which shall hit everything that I aim at, secondly, for a fiddle, which when I play on it, shall compel all who hear it to dance, thirdly, that if I ask a favor of any one he shall not be able to refuse it. All that shall you have, said the dwarf, and put his hand into the bush, and just imagine, there lay a fiddle and gun, all ready, just as if they had been ordered. These he gave to the servant, and then said to him, whatever you may ask at any time, no man in the world shall be able to deny you. Heart alive. What more can one desire, said the servant, to himself, and went merrily onwards. Soon afterwards he met a Jew with a long goat's beard, who was standing listening to the song of a bird which was sitting up at the top of a tree. Good heavens, he was exclaiming, that such a small creature should have such a fearfully loud voice. If it were but mine. If only someone would sprinkle some salt upon its tail. If that is all, said the servant, the bird shall soon be down here. And taking aim he blew, and down fell the bird into the thorn-bushes. Go, you rogue, he said to the Jew, and fetch the bird out for yourself. Oh, said the Jew, leave out the rogue, my master, and I will do it at once. I will get the bird out for myself, now that you have hit it. Then he lay down on the ground, and began to crawl into the thicket. When he was fast among the thorns, the good servant's humor so tempted him that he took up his fiddle and began to play. In a moment the Jew's legs began to move, and to jump into the air, and the more the servant fiddled the better went the dance. But the thorns tore his shabby coat from him, combed his beard, and pricked and plucked him all over the body. Oh, dear, cried the Jew, what do I want with your fiddling. Leave the fiddle alone master, I do not want to dance. But the servant did not listen to him, and thought, you have fleeced people often enough, now the thorn-bushes shall do the same to you. And he began to play over again, so that the Jew had to jump higher than ever, and scraps of his coat were left hanging on the thorns. Oh, woe's me, cried the Jew, I will give the gentleman whatsoever he asks if only he leaves off fiddling, a whole purseful of gold. If you are so liberal, said the servant, I will stop my music, but this I must say to your credit, that you dance to it so well that one must really admire it. And having taken the purse he went his way. The Jew stood still and watched the servant quietly until he was far off and out of sight, and then he screamed out with all his might, you miserable musician, you beer-house fiddler. Wait till I catch you alone, I will hunt you till the soles of your shoes fall off. You ragamuffin, just put six farthings in your mouth, that you may be worth three halfpence. And went on abusing him as fast as he could speak. As soon as he had refreshed himself a little in this way, and got his breath again, he ran into the town to the justice. My lord judge, he said, I have come to make a complaint, see how a rascal has robbed and ill-treated me on the public highway. A stone on the ground might pity me, my clothes all torn, my body pricked and scratched, my little all gone with my purse - good ducats, each piece better than the last, for God's sake let the man be thrown into prison. Was it a soldier, said the judge, who cut you thus with his sabre. Nothing of the sort, said the Jew, it was no sword that he had, but a gun hanging at his back, and a fiddle at his neck, the wretch may easily be recognized. So the judge sent his people out after the man, and they found the good servant, who had been going quite slowly along, and they found, too, the purse with the money upon him. As soon as he was taken before the judge he said, I did not touch the Jew, nor take his money, he gave it to me of his own free will, that I might leave off fiddling because he could not bear my music. Heaven defend us, cried the Jew, his lies are as thick as flies upon the wall. But the judge also did not believe his tale, and said, this is a bad defence, no Jew would do that. And because he had committed robbery on the public highway, he sentenced the good servant to be hanged. As he was being led away the Jew again screamed after him, you vagabond. You dog of a fiddler. Now you are going to receive your well-earned reward. The servant walked quietly with the hangman up the ladder, but upon the last step he turned round and said to the judge, grant me just one request before I die. Yes, if you do not ask your life, said the judge. I do not ask for life, answered the servant, but as a last favor let me play once more upon my fiddle. The Jew raised a great cry of, murder. Murder. For goodness, sake do not allow it. Do not allow it. But the judge said, why should I not let him have this short pleasure. It has been granted to him, and he shall have it. However, he could not have refused on account of the gift which had been bestowed on the servant. Then the Jew cried, oh. Woe's me. Tie me, tie me fast. While the good servant took his fiddle from his neck, and made ready. As he gave the first scrape, they all began to quiver and shake, the judge, his clerk, and the hangman and his men, and the cord fell out of the hand of the one who was going to tie the Jew fast. At the second scrape they all leaped up and began to dance, the judge and the Jew being the best at jumping. Soon all who had gathered in the market-place out of curiosity were dancing with them, old and young, fat and lean, one with another. The dogs, likewise, which had run there, got up on their hind legs and capered about, and the longer he played, the higher sprang the dancers, so that they knocked against each other's heads and began to shriek terribly. At length the judge cried, quite of breath, I will give you your life if you will only stop fiddling. The good servant thereupon had compassion, took his fiddle and hung it round his neck again, and stepped down the ladder. Then he went up to the Jew, who was lying upon the ground panting for breath, and said, you rascal, now confess, whence you got the money, or I will take my fiddle and begin to play again. I stole it, I stole it, cried he, but you have honestly earned it. So the judge had the Jew taken to the gallows and hanged as a thief.",
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"There was once a rich man, who had a servant who served him diligently and honestly. He was every morning the first out of bed, and the last to go to rest at night, and whenever there was a difficult job to be done, which nobody cared to undertake, he was always the first to set himself to it. Moreover, he never complained, but was contented with everything and always merry. When a year was ended, his master gave him no wages, for he said to himself, that is the cleverest way, for I shall save something and he will not go away, but stay quietly in my service. The servant said nothing, but did his work the second year as he had done it the first, and when at the end of this, likewise, he received no wages, he submitted and still stayed on.",
"When the third year also was past, the master considered, put his hand in his pocket, but pulled nothing out. Then at last the servant said, master, for three years I have served you honestly, be so good as to give me what I ought to have, for I wish to leave, and look about me a little more in the world. Yes, my good fellow, answered the old miser, you have served me industriously, and therefore you shall be graciously rewarded. And he put his hand into his pocket, but counted out only three farthings, saying, there, you have a farthing for each year, that is large and liberal pay, such as you would have received from few masters.",
"The honest servant, who understood little about money, put his fortune into his pocket, and thought, ah, now that I have my purse full, why need I trouble and plague myself any longer with hard work. So on he went, up hill and down dale, and sang and jumped to his heart's content. Now it came to pass that as he was going by a thicket a little man stepped out, and called to him, whither away, merry brother. I see you do not carry many cares. Why should I be sad, answered the servant, I have enough. Three years, wages are jingling in my pocket. How much is your treasure, the dwarf asked him. How much. Three farthings sterling, all told. Look here, said the dwarf, I am a poor needy man, give me your three farthings, I can work no longer but you are young, and can easily earn your bread.",
"And as the servant had a good heart, and felt pity for the little man, he gave him the three farthings, saying, take them in the name of heaven, I shall not be any the worse for it. Then the little man said, as I see you have a good heart I grant you three wishes, one for each farthing, they shall all be fulfilled. Aha, said the servant, you are one of those who can work wonders. Well, then, if it is to be so, I wish, first, for a gun, which shall hit everything that I aim at, secondly, for a fiddle, which when I play on it, shall compel all who hear it to dance, thirdly, that if I ask a favor of any one he shall not be able to refuse it.",
"All that shall you have, said the dwarf, and put his hand into the bush, and just imagine, there lay a fiddle and gun, all ready, just as if they had been ordered. These he gave to the servant, and then said to him, whatever you may ask at any time, no man in the world shall be able to deny you. Heart alive. What more can one desire, said the servant, to himself, and went merrily onwards. Soon afterwards he met a Jew with a long goat's beard, who was standing listening to the song of a bird which was sitting up at the top of a tree. Good heavens, he was exclaiming, that such a small creature should have such a fearfully loud voice. If it were but mine. If only someone would sprinkle some salt upon its tail. If that is all, said the servant, the bird shall soon be down here.",
"And taking aim he blew, and down fell the bird into the thorn-bushes. Go, you rogue, he said to the Jew, and fetch the bird out for yourself. Oh, said the Jew, leave out the rogue, my master, and I will do it at once. I will get the bird out for myself, now that you have hit it. Then he lay down on the ground, and began to crawl into the thicket. When he was fast among the thorns, the good servant's humor so tempted him that he took up his fiddle and began to play. In a moment the Jew's legs began to move, and to jump into the air, and the more the servant fiddled the better went the dance. But the thorns tore his shabby coat from him, combed his beard, and pricked and plucked him all over the body. Oh, dear, cried the Jew, what do I want with your fiddling.",
"Leave the fiddle alone master, I do not want to dance. But the servant did not listen to him, and thought, you have fleeced people often enough, now the thorn-bushes shall do the same to you. And he began to play over again, so that the Jew had to jump higher than ever, and scraps of his coat were left hanging on the thorns. Oh, woe's me, cried the Jew, I will give the gentleman whatsoever he asks if only he leaves off fiddling, a whole purseful of gold. If you are so liberal, said the servant, I will stop my music, but this I must say to your credit, that you dance to it so well that one must really admire it. And having taken the purse he went his way.",
"The Jew stood still and watched the servant quietly until he was far off and out of sight, and then he screamed out with all his might, you miserable musician, you beer-house fiddler. Wait till I catch you alone, I will hunt you till the soles of your shoes fall off. You ragamuffin, just put six farthings in your mouth, that you may be worth three halfpence. And went on abusing him as fast as he could speak. As soon as he had refreshed himself a little in this way, and got his breath again, he ran into the town to the justice. My lord judge, he said, I have come to make a complaint, see how a rascal has robbed and ill-treated me on the public highway.",
"A stone on the ground might pity me, my clothes all torn, my body pricked and scratched, my little all gone with my purse - good ducats, each piece better than the last, for God's sake let the man be thrown into prison. Was it a soldier, said the judge, who cut you thus with his sabre. Nothing of the sort, said the Jew, it was no sword that he had, but a gun hanging at his back, and a fiddle at his neck, the wretch may easily be recognized. So the judge sent his people out after the man, and they found the good servant, who had been going quite slowly along, and they found, too, the purse with the money upon him.",
"As soon as he was taken before the judge he said, I did not touch the Jew, nor take his money, he gave it to me of his own free will, that I might leave off fiddling because he could not bear my music. Heaven defend us, cried the Jew, his lies are as thick as flies upon the wall. But the judge also did not believe his tale, and said, this is a bad defence, no Jew would do that. And because he had committed robbery on the public highway, he sentenced the good servant to be hanged. As he was being led away the Jew again screamed after him, you vagabond. You dog of a fiddler. Now you are going to receive your well-earned reward. The servant walked quietly with the hangman up the ladder, but upon the last step he turned round and said to the judge, grant me just one request before I die.",
"Yes, if you do not ask your life, said the judge. I do not ask for life, answered the servant, but as a last favor let me play once more upon my fiddle. The Jew raised a great cry of, murder. Murder. For goodness, sake do not allow it. Do not allow it. But the judge said, why should I not let him have this short pleasure. It has been granted to him, and he shall have it. However, he could not have refused on account of the gift which had been bestowed on the servant. Then the Jew cried, oh. Woe's me. Tie me, tie me fast. While the good servant took his fiddle from his neck, and made ready. As he gave the first scrape, they all began to quiver and shake, the judge, his clerk, and the hangman and his men, and the cord fell out of the hand of the one who was going to tie the Jew fast.",
"At the second scrape they all leaped up and began to dance, the judge and the Jew being the best at jumping. Soon all who had gathered in the market-place out of curiosity were dancing with them, old and young, fat and lean, one with another. The dogs, likewise, which had run there, got up on their hind legs and capered about, and the longer he played, the higher sprang the dancers, so that they knocked against each other's heads and began to shriek terribly. At length the judge cried, quite of breath, I will give you your life if you will only stop fiddling. The good servant thereupon had compassion, took his fiddle and hung it round his neck again, and stepped down the ladder.",
"Then he went up to the Jew, who was lying upon the ground panting for breath, and said, you rascal, now confess, whence you got the money, or I will take my fiddle and begin to play again. I stole it, I stole it, cried he, but you have honestly earned it. So the judge had the Jew taken to the gallows and hanged as a thief."
],
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"There was once a rich man, who had a servant who served him diligently and honestly. He was every morning the first out of bed, and the last to go to rest at night, and whenever there was a difficult job to be done, which nobody cared to undertake, he was always the first to set himself to it. Moreover, he never complained, but was contented with everything and always merry. When a year was ended, his master gave him no wages, for he said to himself, that is the cleverest way, for I shall save something and he will not go away, but stay quietly in my service. The servant said nothing, but did his work the second year as he had done it the first, and when at the end of this, likewise, he received no wages, he submitted and still stayed on.",
"When the third year also was past, the master considered, put his hand in his pocket, but pulled nothing out. Then at last the servant said, master, for three years I have served you honestly, be so good as to give me what I ought to have, for I wish to leave, and look about me a little more in the world. Yes, my good fellow, answered the old miser, you have served me industriously, and therefore you shall be graciously rewarded. And he put his hand into his pocket, but counted out only three farthings, saying, there, you have a farthing for each year, that is large and liberal pay, such as you would have received from few masters.",
"The honest servant, who understood little about money, put his fortune into his pocket, and thought, ah, now that I have my purse full, why need I trouble and plague myself any longer with hard work. So on he went, up hill and down dale, and sang and jumped to his heart's content. Now it came to pass that as he was going by a thicket a little man stepped out, and called to him, whither away, merry brother. I see you do not carry many cares. Why should I be sad, answered the servant, I have enough. Three years, wages are jingling in my pocket. How much is your treasure, the dwarf asked him. How much. Three farthings sterling, all told. Look here, said the dwarf, I am a poor needy man, give me your three farthings, I can work no longer but you are young, and can easily earn your bread.",
"And as the servant had a good heart, and felt pity for the little man, he gave him the three farthings, saying, take them in the name of heaven, I shall not be any the worse for it. Then the little man said, as I see you have a good heart I grant you three wishes, one for each farthing, they shall all be fulfilled. Aha, said the servant, you are one of those who can work wonders. Well, then, if it is to be so, I wish, first, for a gun, which shall hit everything that I aim at, secondly, for a fiddle, which when I play on it, shall compel all who hear it to dance, thirdly, that if I ask a favor of any one he shall not be able to refuse it.",
"All that shall you have, said the dwarf, and put his hand into the bush, and just imagine, there lay a fiddle and gun, all ready, just as if they had been ordered. These he gave to the servant, and then said to him, whatever you may ask at any time, no man in the world shall be able to deny you. Heart alive. What more can one desire, said the servant, to himself, and went merrily onwards. Soon afterwards he met a Jew with a long goat's beard, who was standing listening to the song of a bird which was sitting up at the top of a tree. Good heavens, he was exclaiming, that such a small creature should have such a fearfully loud voice. If it were but mine. If only someone would sprinkle some salt upon its tail. If that is all, said the servant, the bird shall soon be down here.",
"And taking aim he blew, and down fell the bird into the thorn-bushes. Go, you rogue, he said to the Jew, and fetch the bird out for yourself. Oh, said the Jew, leave out the rogue, my master, and I will do it at once. I will get the bird out for myself, now that you have hit it. Then he lay down on the ground, and began to crawl into the thicket. When he was fast among the thorns, the good servant's humor so tempted him that he took up his fiddle and began to play. In a moment the Jew's legs began to move, and to jump into the air, and the more the servant fiddled the better went the dance. But the thorns tore his shabby coat from him, combed his beard, and pricked and plucked him all over the body. Oh, dear, cried the Jew, what do I want with your fiddling.",
"Leave the fiddle alone master, I do not want to dance. But the servant did not listen to him, and thought, you have fleeced people often enough, now the thorn-bushes shall do the same to you. And he began to play over again, so that the Jew had to jump higher than ever, and scraps of his coat were left hanging on the thorns. Oh, woe's me, cried the Jew, I will give the gentleman whatsoever he asks if only he leaves off fiddling, a whole purseful of gold. If you are so liberal, said the servant, I will stop my music, but this I must say to your credit, that you dance to it so well that one must really admire it. And having taken the purse he went his way.",
"The Jew stood still and watched the servant quietly until he was far off and out of sight, and then he screamed out with all his might, you miserable musician, you beer-house fiddler. Wait till I catch you alone, I will hunt you till the soles of your shoes fall off. You ragamuffin, just put six farthings in your mouth, that you may be worth three halfpence. And went on abusing him as fast as he could speak. As soon as he had refreshed himself a little in this way, and got his breath again, he ran into the town to the justice. My lord judge, he said, I have come to make a complaint, see how a rascal has robbed and ill-treated me on the public highway.",
"A stone on the ground might pity me, my clothes all torn, my body pricked and scratched, my little all gone with my purse - good ducats, each piece better than the last, for God's sake let the man be thrown into prison. Was it a soldier, said the judge, who cut you thus with his sabre. Nothing of the sort, said the Jew, it was no sword that he had, but a gun hanging at his back, and a fiddle at his neck, the wretch may easily be recognized. So the judge sent his people out after the man, and they found the good servant, who had been going quite slowly along, and they found, too, the purse with the money upon him.",
"As soon as he was taken before the judge he said, I did not touch the Jew, nor take his money, he gave it to me of his own free will, that I might leave off fiddling because he could not bear my music. Heaven defend us, cried the Jew, his lies are as thick as flies upon the wall. But the judge also did not believe his tale, and said, this is a bad defence, no Jew would do that. And because he had committed robbery on the public highway, he sentenced the good servant to be hanged. As he was being led away the Jew again screamed after him, you vagabond. You dog of a fiddler. Now you are going to receive your well-earned reward. The servant walked quietly with the hangman up the ladder, but upon the last step he turned round and said to the judge, grant me just one request before I die.",
"Yes, if you do not ask your life, said the judge. I do not ask for life, answered the servant, but as a last favor let me play once more upon my fiddle. The Jew raised a great cry of, murder. Murder. For goodness, sake do not allow it. Do not allow it. But the judge said, why should I not let him have this short pleasure. It has been granted to him, and he shall have it. However, he could not have refused on account of the gift which had been bestowed on the servant. Then the Jew cried, oh. Woe's me. Tie me, tie me fast. While the good servant took his fiddle from his neck, and made ready. As he gave the first scrape, they all began to quiver and shake, the judge, his clerk, and the hangman and his men, and the cord fell out of the hand of the one who was going to tie the Jew fast.",
"At the second scrape they all leaped up and began to dance, the judge and the Jew being the best at jumping. Soon all who had gathered in the market-place out of curiosity were dancing with them, old and young, fat and lean, one with another. The dogs, likewise, which had run there, got up on their hind legs and capered about, and the longer he played, the higher sprang the dancers, so that they knocked against each other's heads and began to shriek terribly. At length the judge cried, quite of breath, I will give you your life if you will only stop fiddling. The good servant thereupon had compassion, took his fiddle and hung it round his neck again, and stepped down the ladder.",
"Then he went up to the Jew, who was lying upon the ground panting for breath, and said, you rascal, now confess, whence you got the money, or I will take my fiddle and begin to play again. I stole it, I stole it, cried he, but you have honestly earned it. So the judge had the Jew taken to the gallows and hanged as a thief."
],
"speech_safe_text": "There was once a rich man, who had a servant who served him diligently and honestly. He was every morning the first out of bed, and the last to go to rest at night, and whenever there was a difficult job to be done, which nobody cared to undertake, he was always the first to set himself to it. Moreover, he never complained, but was contented with everything and always merry. When a year was ended, his master gave him no wages, for he said to himself, that is the cleverest way, for I shall save something and he will not go away, but stay quietly in my service. The servant said nothing, but did his work the second year as he had done it the first, and when at the end of this, likewise, he received no wages, he submitted and still stayed on.\n\nWhen the third year also was past, the master considered, put his hand in his pocket, but pulled nothing out. Then at last the servant said, master, for three years I have served you honestly, be so good as to give me what I ought to have, for I wish to leave, and look about me a little more in the world. Yes, my good fellow, answered the old miser, you have served me industriously, and therefore you shall be graciously rewarded. And he put his hand into his pocket, but counted out only three farthings, saying, there, you have a farthing for each year, that is large and liberal pay, such as you would have received from few masters.\n\nThe honest servant, who understood little about money, put his fortune into his pocket, and thought, ah, now that I have my purse full, why need I trouble and plague myself any longer with hard work. So on he went, up hill and down dale, and sang and jumped to his heart's content. Now it came to pass that as he was going by a thicket a little man stepped out, and called to him, whither away, merry brother. I see you do not carry many cares. Why should I be sad, answered the servant, I have enough. Three years, wages are jingling in my pocket. How much is your treasure, the dwarf asked him. How much. Three farthings sterling, all told. Look here, said the dwarf, I am a poor needy man, give me your three farthings, I can work no longer but you are young, and can easily earn your bread.\n\nAnd as the servant had a good heart, and felt pity for the little man, he gave him the three farthings, saying, take them in the name of heaven, I shall not be any the worse for it. Then the little man said, as I see you have a good heart I grant you three wishes, one for each farthing, they shall all be fulfilled. Aha, said the servant, you are one of those who can work wonders. Well, then, if it is to be so, I wish, first, for a gun, which shall hit everything that I aim at, secondly, for a fiddle, which when I play on it, shall compel all who hear it to dance, thirdly, that if I ask a favor of any one he shall not be able to refuse it.\n\nAll that shall you have, said the dwarf, and put his hand into the bush, and just imagine, there lay a fiddle and gun, all ready, just as if they had been ordered. These he gave to the servant, and then said to him, whatever you may ask at any time, no man in the world shall be able to deny you. Heart alive. What more can one desire, said the servant, to himself, and went merrily onwards. Soon afterwards he met a Jew with a long goat's beard, who was standing listening to the song of a bird which was sitting up at the top of a tree. Good heavens, he was exclaiming, that such a small creature should have such a fearfully loud voice. If it were but mine. If only someone would sprinkle some salt upon its tail. If that is all, said the servant, the bird shall soon be down here.\n\nAnd taking aim he blew, and down fell the bird into the thorn-bushes. Go, you rogue, he said to the Jew, and fetch the bird out for yourself. Oh, said the Jew, leave out the rogue, my master, and I will do it at once. I will get the bird out for myself, now that you have hit it. Then he lay down on the ground, and began to crawl into the thicket. When he was fast among the thorns, the good servant's humor so tempted him that he took up his fiddle and began to play. In a moment the Jew's legs began to move, and to jump into the air, and the more the servant fiddled the better went the dance. But the thorns tore his shabby coat from him, combed his beard, and pricked and plucked him all over the body. Oh, dear, cried the Jew, what do I want with your fiddling.\n\nLeave the fiddle alone master, I do not want to dance. But the servant did not listen to him, and thought, you have fleeced people often enough, now the thorn-bushes shall do the same to you. And he began to play over again, so that the Jew had to jump higher than ever, and scraps of his coat were left hanging on the thorns. Oh, woe's me, cried the Jew, I will give the gentleman whatsoever he asks if only he leaves off fiddling, a whole purseful of gold. If you are so liberal, said the servant, I will stop my music, but this I must say to your credit, that you dance to it so well that one must really admire it. And having taken the purse he went his way.\n\nThe Jew stood still and watched the servant quietly until he was far off and out of sight, and then he screamed out with all his might, you miserable musician, you beer-house fiddler. Wait till I catch you alone, I will hunt you till the soles of your shoes fall off. You ragamuffin, just put six farthings in your mouth, that you may be worth three halfpence. And went on abusing him as fast as he could speak. As soon as he had refreshed himself a little in this way, and got his breath again, he ran into the town to the justice. My lord judge, he said, I have come to make a complaint, see how a rascal has robbed and ill-treated me on the public highway.\n\nA stone on the ground might pity me, my clothes all torn, my body pricked and scratched, my little all gone with my purse - good ducats, each piece better than the last, for God's sake let the man be thrown into prison. Was it a soldier, said the judge, who cut you thus with his sabre. Nothing of the sort, said the Jew, it was no sword that he had, but a gun hanging at his back, and a fiddle at his neck, the wretch may easily be recognized. So the judge sent his people out after the man, and they found the good servant, who had been going quite slowly along, and they found, too, the purse with the money upon him.\n\nAs soon as he was taken before the judge he said, I did not touch the Jew, nor take his money, he gave it to me of his own free will, that I might leave off fiddling because he could not bear my music. Heaven defend us, cried the Jew, his lies are as thick as flies upon the wall. But the judge also did not believe his tale, and said, this is a bad defence, no Jew would do that. And because he had committed robbery on the public highway, he sentenced the good servant to be hanged. As he was being led away the Jew again screamed after him, you vagabond. You dog of a fiddler. Now you are going to receive your well-earned reward. The servant walked quietly with the hangman up the ladder, but upon the last step he turned round and said to the judge, grant me just one request before I die.\n\nYes, if you do not ask your life, said the judge. I do not ask for life, answered the servant, but as a last favor let me play once more upon my fiddle. The Jew raised a great cry of, murder. Murder. For goodness, sake do not allow it. Do not allow it. But the judge said, why should I not let him have this short pleasure. It has been granted to him, and he shall have it. However, he could not have refused on account of the gift which had been bestowed on the servant. Then the Jew cried, oh. Woe's me. Tie me, tie me fast. While the good servant took his fiddle from his neck, and made ready. As he gave the first scrape, they all began to quiver and shake, the judge, his clerk, and the hangman and his men, and the cord fell out of the hand of the one who was going to tie the Jew fast.\n\nAt the second scrape they all leaped up and began to dance, the judge and the Jew being the best at jumping. Soon all who had gathered in the market-place out of curiosity were dancing with them, old and young, fat and lean, one with another. The dogs, likewise, which had run there, got up on their hind legs and capered about, and the longer he played, the higher sprang the dancers, so that they knocked against each other's heads and began to shriek terribly. At length the judge cried, quite of breath, I will give you your life if you will only stop fiddling. The good servant thereupon had compassion, took his fiddle and hung it round his neck again, and stepped down the ladder.\n\nThen he went up to the Jew, who was lying upon the ground panting for breath, and said, you rascal, now confess, whence you got the money, or I will take my fiddle and begin to play again. I stole it, I stole it, cried he, but you have honestly earned it. So the judge had the Jew taken to the gallows and hanged as a thief.",
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"And as the servant had a good heart, and felt pity for the little man, he gave him the three farthings, saying, take them in the name of heaven, I shall not be any the worse for it. Then the little man said, as I see you have a good heart I grant you three wishes, one for each farthing, they shall all be fulfilled. Aha, said the servant, you are one of those who can work wonders. Well, then, if it is to be so, I wish, first, for a gun, which shall hit everything that I aim at, secondly, for a fiddle, which when I play on it, shall compel all who hear it to dance, thirdly, that if I ask a favor of any one he shall not be able to refuse it.",
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"Leave the fiddle alone master, I do not want to dance. But the servant did not listen to him, and thought, you have fleeced people often enough, now the thorn-bushes shall do the same to you. And he began to play over again, so that the Jew had to jump higher than ever, and scraps of his coat were left hanging on the thorns. Oh, woe's me, cried the Jew, I will give the gentleman whatsoever he asks if only he leaves off fiddling, a whole purseful of gold. If you are so liberal, said the servant, I will stop my music, but this I must say to your credit, that you dance to it so well that one must really admire it. And having taken the purse he went his way.",
"The Jew stood still and watched the servant quietly until he was far off and out of sight, and then he screamed out with all his might, you miserable musician, you beer-house fiddler. Wait till I catch you alone, I will hunt you till the soles of your shoes fall off. You ragamuffin, just put six farthings in your mouth, that you may be worth three halfpence. And went on abusing him as fast as he could speak. As soon as he had refreshed himself a little in this way, and got his breath again, he ran into the town to the justice. My lord judge, he said, I have come to make a complaint, see how a rascal has robbed and ill-treated me on the public highway.",
"A stone on the ground might pity me, my clothes all torn, my body pricked and scratched, my little all gone with my purse - good ducats, each piece better than the last, for God's sake let the man be thrown into prison. Was it a soldier, said the judge, who cut you thus with his sabre. Nothing of the sort, said the Jew, it was no sword that he had, but a gun hanging at his back, and a fiddle at his neck, the wretch may easily be recognized. So the judge sent his people out after the man, and they found the good servant, who had been going quite slowly along, and they found, too, the purse with the money upon him.",
"As soon as he was taken before the judge he said, I did not touch the Jew, nor take his money, he gave it to me of his own free will, that I might leave off fiddling because he could not bear my music. Heaven defend us, cried the Jew, his lies are as thick as flies upon the wall. But the judge also did not believe his tale, and said, this is a bad defence, no Jew would do that. And because he had committed robbery on the public highway, he sentenced the good servant to be hanged. As he was being led away the Jew again screamed after him, you vagabond. You dog of a fiddler. Now you are going to receive your well-earned reward. The servant walked quietly with the hangman up the ladder, but upon the last step he turned round and said to the judge, grant me just one request before I die.",
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"The honest servant, who understood little about money, put his fortune into his pocket, and thought, ah, now that I have my purse full, why need I trouble and plague myself any longer with hard work. So on he went, up hill and down dale, and sang and jumped to his heart's content. Now it came to pass that as he was going by a thicket a little man stepped out, and called to him, whither away, merry brother. I see you do not carry many cares. Why should I be sad, answered the servant, I have enough. Three years, wages are jingling in my pocket. How much is your treasure, the dwarf asked him. How much. Three farthings sterling, all told. Look here, said the dwarf, I am a poor needy man, give me your three farthings, I can work no longer but you are young, and can easily earn your bread.",
"And as the servant had a good heart, and felt pity for the little man, he gave him the three farthings, saying, take them in the name of heaven, I shall not be any the worse for it. Then the little man said, as I see you have a good heart I grant you three wishes, one for each farthing, they shall all be fulfilled. Aha, said the servant, you are one of those who can work wonders. Well, then, if it is to be so, I wish, first, for a gun, which shall hit everything that I aim at, secondly, for a fiddle, which when I play on it, shall compel all who hear it to dance, thirdly, that if I ask a favor of any one he shall not be able to refuse it.",
"All that shall you have, said the dwarf, and put his hand into the bush, and just imagine, there lay a fiddle and gun, all ready, just as if they had been ordered. These he gave to the servant, and then said to him, whatever you may ask at any time, no man in the world shall be able to deny you. Heart alive. What more can one desire, said the servant, to himself, and went merrily onwards. Soon afterwards he met a Jew with a long goat's beard, who was standing listening to the song of a bird which was sitting up at the top of a tree. Good heavens, he was exclaiming, that such a small creature should have such a fearfully loud voice. If it were but mine. If only someone would sprinkle some salt upon its tail. If that is all, said the servant, the bird shall soon be down here.",
"And taking aim he blew, and down fell the bird into the thorn-bushes. Go, you rogue, he said to the Jew, and fetch the bird out for yourself. Oh, said the Jew, leave out the rogue, my master, and I will do it at once. I will get the bird out for myself, now that you have hit it. Then he lay down on the ground, and began to crawl into the thicket. When he was fast among the thorns, the good servant's humor so tempted him that he took up his fiddle and began to play. In a moment the Jew's legs began to move, and to jump into the air, and the more the servant fiddled the better went the dance. But the thorns tore his shabby coat from him, combed his beard, and pricked and plucked him all over the body. Oh, dear, cried the Jew, what do I want with your fiddling.",
"Leave the fiddle alone master, I do not want to dance. But the servant did not listen to him, and thought, you have fleeced people often enough, now the thorn-bushes shall do the same to you. And he began to play over again, so that the Jew had to jump higher than ever, and scraps of his coat were left hanging on the thorns. Oh, woe's me, cried the Jew, I will give the gentleman whatsoever he asks if only he leaves off fiddling, a whole purseful of gold. If you are so liberal, said the servant, I will stop my music, but this I must say to your credit, that you dance to it so well that one must really admire it. And having taken the purse he went his way.",
"The Jew stood still and watched the servant quietly until he was far off and out of sight, and then he screamed out with all his might, you miserable musician, you beer-house fiddler. Wait till I catch you alone, I will hunt you till the soles of your shoes fall off. You ragamuffin, just put six farthings in your mouth, that you may be worth three halfpence. And went on abusing him as fast as he could speak. As soon as he had refreshed himself a little in this way, and got his breath again, he ran into the town to the justice. My lord judge, he said, I have come to make a complaint, see how a rascal has robbed and ill-treated me on the public highway.",
"A stone on the ground might pity me, my clothes all torn, my body pricked and scratched, my little all gone with my purse - good ducats, each piece better than the last, for God's sake let the man be thrown into prison. Was it a soldier, said the judge, who cut you thus with his sabre. Nothing of the sort, said the Jew, it was no sword that he had, but a gun hanging at his back, and a fiddle at his neck, the wretch may easily be recognized. So the judge sent his people out after the man, and they found the good servant, who had been going quite slowly along, and they found, too, the purse with the money upon him.",
"As soon as he was taken before the judge he said, I did not touch the Jew, nor take his money, he gave it to me of his own free will, that I might leave off fiddling because he could not bear my music. Heaven defend us, cried the Jew, his lies are as thick as flies upon the wall. But the judge also did not believe his tale, and said, this is a bad defence, no Jew would do that. And because he had committed robbery on the public highway, he sentenced the good servant to be hanged. As he was being led away the Jew again screamed after him, you vagabond. You dog of a fiddler. Now you are going to receive your well-earned reward. The servant walked quietly with the hangman up the ladder, but upon the last step he turned round and said to the judge, grant me just one request before I die.",
"Yes, if you do not ask your life, said the judge. I do not ask for life, answered the servant, but as a last favor let me play once more upon my fiddle. The Jew raised a great cry of, murder. Murder. For goodness, sake do not allow it. Do not allow it. But the judge said, why should I not let him have this short pleasure. It has been granted to him, and he shall have it. However, he could not have refused on account of the gift which had been bestowed on the servant. Then the Jew cried, oh. Woe's me. Tie me, tie me fast. While the good servant took his fiddle from his neck, and made ready. As he gave the first scrape, they all began to quiver and shake, the judge, his clerk, and the hangman and his men, and the cord fell out of the hand of the one who was going to tie the Jew fast.",
"At the second scrape they all leaped up and began to dance, the judge and the Jew being the best at jumping. Soon all who had gathered in the market-place out of curiosity were dancing with them, old and young, fat and lean, one with another. The dogs, likewise, which had run there, got up on their hind legs and capered about, and the longer he played, the higher sprang the dancers, so that they knocked against each other's heads and began to shriek terribly. At length the judge cried, quite of breath, I will give you your life if you will only stop fiddling. The good servant thereupon had compassion, took his fiddle and hung it round his neck again, and stepped down the ladder.",
"Then he went up to the Jew, who was lying upon the ground panting for breath, and said, you rascal, now confess, whence you got the money, or I will take my fiddle and begin to play again. I stole it, I stole it, cried he, but you have honestly earned it. So the judge had the Jew taken to the gallows and hanged as a thief."
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"When the third year was over, the master thought for a long time. He put his hand in his pocket, but he could not find anything to give. Then, the servant spoke up. \"Master,\" he said, \"I have worked for you for three years. Please give me my pay. I want to leave and see the world.\"\n\n\"Yes, my good friend,\" answered the old miser. \"You have worked hard. So, I will give you a reward.\" He put his hand in his pocket again. He took out only three small coins. He said, \"Here is a coin for each year. This is a very generous gift. Most masters would not give so much.",
"The honest servant, who didn't know much about money, put his fortune in his pocket. He thought, \"Ah, now that my purse is full, why should I trouble myself with hard work anymore?\" So he went on his way, singing and jumping to his heart's content. Suddenly, a little man stepped out from a bush and called to him, \"Where are you going, happy friend? I see you do not carry any worries.\"\n\n\"Why should I be sad?\" answered the servant. \"I have enough. My three years of wages are jingling in my pocket.\"\n\n\"How much is your treasure?\" the little man asked.\n\n\"Three farthings,\" said the servant. \"All told.\"\n\n\"Look here,\" said the little man. \"I am a poor, needy man. Please give me your three farthings. I cannot work anymore. But you are young, and you can easily earn your bread.",
"The servant had a kind heart. He felt sorry for the little man. He gave him three small coins. He said, \"Take these, please. I will not miss them.\" The little man smiled. \"Since you are so kind,\" he said, \"I will grant you three wishes. One wish for each coin. They will all come true.\" The servant was amazed. \"You can work magic?\" he asked. \"Well, if that is true,\" he said, \"I wish for a gun that never misses. I wish for a fiddle that makes everyone dance. And I wish that if I ask for something, people will always say yes.",
"All that you need is yours,\" said the dwarf. He reached into the bush. Just look! There lay a fiddle and a gun, all ready to use, as if they had been waiting just for you. He gave them to the servant. Then he said, \"Ask for anything you want. No one in the world can say no.\" The servant felt so happy. \"What more could I possibly want?\" he thought. He walked away with a big smile on his face.\n\nSoon, he met a Jewish man with a long, white beard. The man was standing under a tree, listening to a little bird singing at the top of the branches. \"Oh my goodness!\" the man cried out. \"How can such a tiny bird have such a loud voice? If only I could sprinkle some salt on its tail!\" \"If that is all you want,\" said the servant, \"I will get the bird down for you right now.",
"He blew his breath and the bird fell down into the thorny bushes. \"Go get it yourself,\" he told the man. \"Leave out the bad words, sir,\" the man said. \"I will do it right now. I will get the bird out since you hit it.\" Then he lay on the ground and crawled into the bushes. When he was stuck in the thorns, the kind servant started to play his fiddle. Suddenly, the man's legs began to dance and jump. The faster the servant played, the better the man danced. But the sharp thorns tore his old coat and pricked his skin. \"Oh, dear!\" cried the man. \"I do not want your music.",
"Please stop playing, sir, I don't want to dance,\" he said. But the servant did not listen. He thought, \"You have tricked people before, so now the thorns will get you.\" He began to play again. The Jew had to jump very high, and his coat got caught on the sharp thorns. \"Oh, no!\" cried the Jew. \"I will give you whatever you want if you just stop the music. I have a whole bag of gold!\" \"Since you are so generous,\" said the servant, \"I will stop playing. But I must say, you dance so well that it is truly amazing.\" Then he took the bag of gold and walked away.",
"The man stood very still. He watched the servant go until he was far away. Then, he let out a loud cry. \"You mean musician! You silly fiddler!\" he shouted. \"Wait until I catch you alone. I will chase you until your shoes fall off! You little rascal, just put six pennies in your mouth, so you will be worth three halfpennies!\" He kept saying mean things as fast as he could. After he felt a little better, he ran into the town to find the judge. \"My Lord Judge,\" he said, \"I have come to make a complaint. Look at this bad man. He robbed me and hurt me on the road!",
"A stone on the ground might feel sorry for me. My clothes are all torn, and my body is scratched and stung. My little bag is gone, too. It had all my money in it—good coins, each one better than the last. Please, for God's sake, let the man go to prison. \"Was it a soldier?\" asked the judge. \"Did he cut you with his sword?\" \"Nothing of the sort,\" said the Jew. \"He did not have a sword. He had a big gun at his back and a fiddle at his neck. You can easily find that bad man.\" So the judge sent his helpers to look for him. They found the good servant. He had been walking very slowly. And they found the bag with the money, too.",
"As soon as he stood before the judge, he said, \"I did not touch the Jew, nor take his money. He gave it to me of his own free will, so I would stop playing my fiddle because he could not stand the noise.\"\n\n\"Please, let us be kind,\" cried the Jew. \"His story is not true.\"\n\nBut the judge did not believe him. He said, \"That is not a good excuse. No Jew would do that.\" Because the man had stolen from the road, the judge sent the good servant to be hanged.\n\nAs he was led away, the Jew shouted after him, \"You lazy wanderer! You silly fiddler! Now you will get what you deserve.\"\n\nThe servant walked quietly with the hangman up the ladder. But on the very last step, he turned around and said to the judge, \"Please, let me ask for one thing before I go.",
"Yes, if you do not ask for your life,\" said the judge. \"I do not ask for my life,\" answered the servant. \"But as a last favor, let me play once more on my little fiddle.\" The Jew cried out, \"No! Please, do not let him play! It is too scary!\" But the judge said, \"Why should I not let him have this short pleasure? It has been granted to him, and he shall have it.\" The Jew cried, \"Oh, poor me! Tie me up, tie me up fast!\" While the good servant took his fiddle from his neck and got ready. As he played the first note, everyone began to shake. The judge, the clerk, and the hangman all trembled. Even the rope fell out of the hangman's hand.",
"At the second scrape, everyone jumped up and started to dance. The judge and the Jew were the best at jumping. Soon, everyone in the market square was dancing, too. Old and young, big and small, they all danced together. The dogs stood up on their back legs and pranced around. As the music played, the dancers jumped higher and higher. They bumped their heads and let out happy squeals. Finally, the judge was out of breath. He shouted, \"I will let you go if you will just stop playing!\" The kind servant felt sorry for him. He took his fiddle, put it back around his neck, and climbed down the ladder.",
"Then he walked over to the Jew, who was lying on the ground, trying to catch his breath. He looked at him and said, \"You rascal, tell me where you got the money, or I will play my fiddle again.\" The Jew cried out, \"I stole it! I stole it! But you have earned it honestly.\" The judge had the Jew taken away to the gallows and hanged as a thief."
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I want to leave and see the world.\"\n\n\"Yes, my good friend,\" answered the old miser. \"You have worked hard. So, I will give you a reward.\" He put his hand in his pocket again. He took out only three small coins. He said, \"Here is a coin for each year. This is a very generous gift. Most masters would not give so much.\n\nThe honest servant, who didn't know much about money, put his fortune in his pocket. He thought, \"Ah, now that my purse is full, why should I trouble myself with hard work anymore?\" So he went on his way, singing and jumping to his heart's content. Suddenly, a little man stepped out from a bush and called to him, \"Where are you going, happy friend? I see you do not carry any worries.\"\n\n\"Why should I be sad?\" answered the servant. \"I have enough. My three years of wages are jingling in my pocket.\"\n\n\"How much is your treasure?\" the little man asked.\n\n\"Three farthings,\" said the servant. \"All told.\"\n\n\"Look here,\" said the little man. \"I am a poor, needy man. Please give me your three farthings. I cannot work anymore. But you are young, and you can easily earn your bread.\n\nThe servant had a kind heart. He felt sorry for the little man. He gave him three small coins. He said, \"Take these, please. I will not miss them.\" The little man smiled. \"Since you are so kind,\" he said, \"I will grant you three wishes. One wish for each coin. They will all come true.\" The servant was amazed. \"You can work magic?\" he asked. \"Well, if that is true,\" he said, \"I wish for a gun that never misses. I wish for a fiddle that makes everyone dance. And I wish that if I ask for something, people will always say yes.\n\nAll that you need is yours,\" said the dwarf. He reached into the bush. Just look! There lay a fiddle and a gun, all ready to use, as if they had been waiting just for you. He gave them to the servant. Then he said, \"Ask for anything you want. No one in the world can say no.\" The servant felt so happy. \"What more could I possibly want?\" he thought. He walked away with a big smile on his face.\n\nSoon, he met a Jewish man with a long, white beard. The man was standing under a tree, listening to a little bird singing at the top of the branches. \"Oh my goodness!\" the man cried out. \"How can such a tiny bird have such a loud voice? If only I could sprinkle some salt on its tail!\" \"If that is all you want,\" said the servant, \"I will get the bird down for you right now.\n\nHe blew his breath and the bird fell down into the thorny bushes. \"Go get it yourself,\" he told the man. \"Leave out the bad words, sir,\" the man said. \"I will do it right now. I will get the bird out since you hit it.\" Then he lay on the ground and crawled into the bushes. When he was stuck in the thorns, the kind servant started to play his fiddle. Suddenly, the man's legs began to dance and jump. The faster the servant played, the better the man danced. But the sharp thorns tore his old coat and pricked his skin. \"Oh, dear!\" cried the man. \"I do not want your music.\n\nPlease stop playing, sir, I don't want to dance,\" he said. But the servant did not listen. He thought, \"You have tricked people before, so now the thorns will get you.\" He began to play again. The Jew had to jump very high, and his coat got caught on the sharp thorns. \"Oh, no!\" cried the Jew. \"I will give you whatever you want if you just stop the music. I have a whole bag of gold!\" \"Since you are so generous,\" said the servant, \"I will stop playing. But I must say, you dance so well that it is truly amazing.\" Then he took the bag of gold and walked away.\n\nThe man stood very still. He watched the servant go until he was far away. Then, he let out a loud cry. \"You mean musician! You silly fiddler!\" he shouted. \"Wait until I catch you alone. I will chase you until your shoes fall off! You little rascal, just put six pennies in your mouth, so you will be worth three halfpennies!\" He kept saying mean things as fast as he could. After he felt a little better, he ran into the town to find the judge. \"My Lord Judge,\" he said, \"I have come to make a complaint. Look at this bad man. He robbed me and hurt me on the road!\n\nA stone on the ground might feel sorry for me. My clothes are all torn, and my body is scratched and stung. My little bag is gone, too. It had all my money in it—good coins, each one better than the last. Please, for God's sake, let the man go to prison. \"Was it a soldier?\" asked the judge. \"Did he cut you with his sword?\" \"Nothing of the sort,\" said the Jew. \"He did not have a sword. He had a big gun at his back and a fiddle at his neck. You can easily find that bad man.\" So the judge sent his helpers to look for him. They found the good servant. He had been walking very slowly. And they found the bag with the money, too.\n\nAs soon as he stood before the judge, he said, \"I did not touch the Jew, nor take his money. He gave it to me of his own free will, so I would stop playing my fiddle because he could not stand the noise.\"\n\n\"Please, let us be kind,\" cried the Jew. \"His story is not true.\"\n\nBut the judge did not believe him. He said, \"That is not a good excuse. No Jew would do that.\" Because the man had stolen from the road, the judge sent the good servant to be hanged.\n\nAs he was led away, the Jew shouted after him, \"You lazy wanderer! You silly fiddler! Now you will get what you deserve.\"\n\nThe servant walked quietly with the hangman up the ladder. But on the very last step, he turned around and said to the judge, \"Please, let me ask for one thing before I go.\n\nYes, if you do not ask for your life,\" said the judge. \"I do not ask for my life,\" answered the servant. \"But as a last favor, let me play once more on my little fiddle.\" The Jew cried out, \"No! Please, do not let him play! It is too scary!\" But the judge said, \"Why should I not let him have this short pleasure? It has been granted to him, and he shall have it.\" The Jew cried, \"Oh, poor me! Tie me up, tie me up fast!\" While the good servant took his fiddle from his neck and got ready. As he played the first note, everyone began to shake. The judge, the clerk, and the hangman all trembled. Even the rope fell out of the hangman's hand.\n\nAt the second scrape, everyone jumped up and started to dance. The judge and the Jew were the best at jumping. Soon, everyone in the market square was dancing, too. Old and young, big and small, they all danced together. The dogs stood up on their back legs and pranced around. As the music played, the dancers jumped higher and higher. They bumped their heads and let out happy squeals. Finally, the judge was out of breath. He shouted, \"I will let you go if you will just stop playing!\" The kind servant felt sorry for him. He took his fiddle, put it back around his neck, and climbed down the ladder.\n\nThen he walked over to the Jew, who was lying on the ground, trying to catch his breath. He looked at him and said, \"You rascal, tell me where you got the money, or I will play my fiddle again.\" The Jew cried out, \"I stole it! I stole it! But you have earned it honestly.\" The judge had the Jew taken away to the gallows and hanged as a thief.",
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"Once upon a time, there was a rich man who had a very kind servant. He worked very hard every single day. He was always the first one up in the morning and the last one to go to sleep at night. Whenever there was a difficult job to do, he was the first to help. He never complained and was always happy and cheerful.\n\nWhen the first year was over, the master did not give him any money. The master thought, \"If I do not pay him, he will stay with me forever.\" The servant did not say a word. He just kept working as hard as ever. When the second year ended, the master did not pay him again. The servant was very kind, so he stayed and worked for him.",
"When the third year was over, the master thought for a long time. He put his hand in his pocket, but he could not find anything to give. Then, the servant spoke up. \"Master,\" he said, \"I have worked for you for three years. Please give me my pay. I want to leave and see the world.\"\n\n\"Yes, my good friend,\" answered the old miser. \"You have worked hard. So, I will give you a reward.\" He put his hand in his pocket again. He took out only three small coins. He said, \"Here is a coin for each year. This is a very generous gift. Most masters would not give so much.",
"The honest servant, who didn't know much about money, put his fortune in his pocket. He thought, \"Ah, now that my purse is full, why should I trouble myself with hard work anymore?\" So he went on his way, singing and jumping to his heart's content. Suddenly, a little man stepped out from a bush and called to him, \"Where are you going, happy friend? I see you do not carry any worries.\"\n\n\"Why should I be sad?\" answered the servant. \"I have enough. My three years of wages are jingling in my pocket.\"\n\n\"How much is your treasure?\" the little man asked.\n\n\"Three farthings,\" said the servant. \"All told.\"\n\n\"Look here,\" said the little man. \"I am a poor, needy man. Please give me your three farthings. I cannot work anymore. But you are young, and you can easily earn your bread.",
"The servant had a kind heart. He felt sorry for the little man. He gave him three small coins. He said, \"Take these, please. I will not miss them.\" The little man smiled. \"Since you are so kind,\" he said, \"I will grant you three wishes. One wish for each coin. They will all come true.\" The servant was amazed. \"You can work magic?\" he asked. \"Well, if that is true,\" he said, \"I wish for a gun that never misses. I wish for a fiddle that makes everyone dance. And I wish that if I ask for something, people will always say yes.",
"All that you need is yours,\" said the dwarf. He reached into the bush. Just look! There lay a fiddle and a gun, all ready to use, as if they had been waiting just for you. He gave them to the servant. Then he said, \"Ask for anything you want. No one in the world can say no.\" The servant felt so happy. \"What more could I possibly want?\" he thought. He walked away with a big smile on his face.\n\nSoon, he met a Jewish man with a long, white beard. The man was standing under a tree, listening to a little bird singing at the top of the branches. \"Oh my goodness!\" the man cried out. \"How can such a tiny bird have such a loud voice? If only I could sprinkle some salt on its tail!\" \"If that is all you want,\" said the servant, \"I will get the bird down for you right now.",
"He blew his breath and the bird fell down into the thorny bushes. \"Go get it yourself,\" he told the man. \"Leave out the bad words, sir,\" the man said. \"I will do it right now. I will get the bird out since you hit it.\" Then he lay on the ground and crawled into the bushes. When he was stuck in the thorns, the kind servant started to play his fiddle. Suddenly, the man's legs began to dance and jump. The faster the servant played, the better the man danced. But the sharp thorns tore his old coat and pricked his skin. \"Oh, dear!\" cried the man. \"I do not want your music.",
"Please stop playing, sir, I don't want to dance,\" he said. But the servant did not listen. He thought, \"You have tricked people before, so now the thorns will get you.\" He began to play again. The Jew had to jump very high, and his coat got caught on the sharp thorns. \"Oh, no!\" cried the Jew. \"I will give you whatever you want if you just stop the music. I have a whole bag of gold!\" \"Since you are so generous,\" said the servant, \"I will stop playing. But I must say, you dance so well that it is truly amazing.\" Then he took the bag of gold and walked away.",
"The man stood very still. He watched the servant go until he was far away. Then, he let out a loud cry. \"You mean musician! You silly fiddler!\" he shouted. \"Wait until I catch you alone. I will chase you until your shoes fall off! You little rascal, just put six pennies in your mouth, so you will be worth three halfpennies!\" He kept saying mean things as fast as he could. After he felt a little better, he ran into the town to find the judge. \"My Lord Judge,\" he said, \"I have come to make a complaint. Look at this bad man. He robbed me and hurt me on the road!",
"A stone on the ground might feel sorry for me. My clothes are all torn, and my body is scratched and stung. My little bag is gone, too. It had all my money in it—good coins, each one better than the last. Please, for God's sake, let the man go to prison. \"Was it a soldier?\" asked the judge. \"Did he cut you with his sword?\" \"Nothing of the sort,\" said the Jew. \"He did not have a sword. He had a big gun at his back and a fiddle at his neck. You can easily find that bad man.\" So the judge sent his helpers to look for him. They found the good servant. He had been walking very slowly. And they found the bag with the money, too.",
"As soon as he stood before the judge, he said, \"I did not touch the Jew, nor take his money. He gave it to me of his own free will, so I would stop playing my fiddle because he could not stand the noise.\"\n\n\"Please, let us be kind,\" cried the Jew. \"His story is not true.\"\n\nBut the judge did not believe him. He said, \"That is not a good excuse. No Jew would do that.\" Because the man had stolen from the road, the judge sent the good servant to be hanged.\n\nAs he was led away, the Jew shouted after him, \"You lazy wanderer! You silly fiddler! Now you will get what you deserve.\"\n\nThe servant walked quietly with the hangman up the ladder. But on the very last step, he turned around and said to the judge, \"Please, let me ask for one thing before I go.",
"Yes, if you do not ask for your life,\" said the judge. \"I do not ask for my life,\" answered the servant. \"But as a last favor, let me play once more on my little fiddle.\" The Jew cried out, \"No! Please, do not let him play! It is too scary!\" But the judge said, \"Why should I not let him have this short pleasure? It has been granted to him, and he shall have it.\" The Jew cried, \"Oh, poor me! Tie me up, tie me up fast!\" While the good servant took his fiddle from his neck and got ready. As he played the first note, everyone began to shake. The judge, the clerk, and the hangman all trembled. Even the rope fell out of the hangman's hand.",
"At the second scrape, everyone jumped up and started to dance. The judge and the Jew were the best at jumping. Soon, everyone in the market square was dancing, too. Old and young, big and small, they all danced together. The dogs stood up on their back legs and pranced around. As the music played, the dancers jumped higher and higher. They bumped their heads and let out happy squeals. Finally, the judge was out of breath. He shouted, \"I will let you go if you will just stop playing!\" The kind servant felt sorry for him. He took his fiddle, put it back around his neck, and climbed down the ladder.",
"Then he walked over to the Jew, who was lying on the ground, trying to catch his breath. He looked at him and said, \"You rascal, tell me where you got the money, or I will play my fiddle again.\" The Jew cried out, \"I stole it! I stole it! But you have earned it honestly.\" The judge had the Jew taken away to the gallows and hanged as a thief."
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