but the Publican, who stood a good way lower, not daring to lift up even his eyes to heaven, only smote his breast, and said, O God, be merciful to me, who am a sinner.

they who were about him seeing what would happen, said to him, shall we smite with the sword?

they made him blind-fold, they slapt him on the face, and cry'd out, divine who it was that smote thee.