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?