``In these very scales shalt thou weigh me out,'' said the relentless Baron, ``a thousand silver pounds, after the just measure and weight of the Tower of London.''
``Have mercy on me, noble knight!'' exclaimed Isaac; ``I am old, and poor, and helpless. It is true. *But I am also an inventor of firearms" and with a flourish of his cloak, Isaac pulled out the Gatling gun hidden underneath and blasted his way out of the dungeon.
*Husband likes to alter the story just to make sure everyone is paying attention!