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+The Project Gutenberg eBook, The Ghetto, by Herman Heijermans, Translated
+by Chester Bailey Fernald
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+Title: The Ghetto
+       A Drama in Four Acts
+
+
+Author: Herman Heijermans
+
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+
+Release Date: June 2, 2011  [eBook #36307]
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+Language: English
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+THE GHETTO
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+      LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN
+       21 BEDFORD STREET, W.C.
+
+      *      *      *      *      *
+
+
+THE GHETTO
+
+A Drama in Four Acts
+
+Freely Adapted from the Dutch of
+HERMAN HEIJERMANS, JR.
+
+By
+CHESTER BAILEY FERNALD
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+London: William Heinemann
+MDCCCXCIX
+
+Copyright, 1899
+
+All rights, including Acting rights in the English Language, reserved
+
+Entered at the Library of Congress
+Washington, U.S.A.
+
+
+
+
+_DRAMATIS PERSONĘ_
+
+
+  RAFAEL.
+  SACHEL.
+  AARON.
+  RABBI HAEZER.
+  SAMSON.
+  DANIEL.
+  MORDECAI.
+  ESTHER.
+  REBECCA.
+  ROSA.
+
+  _A Watchman. Inhabitants of The Ghetto._
+
+  _The action takes place in The Ghetto, Amsterdam, at the present time._
+
+  _The incidental music composed by Mr. N. CLIFFORD PAGE._
+
+
+
+
+_PREFACE_
+
+
+_In the not wholly grateful task of adapting this play to the present
+demands of the English and American stage, partly as those demands have
+been interpreted by others than me, numerous alterations have been
+thought necessary. I hope that this adaptation does not conceal the fact
+that Mr. Heijermans' original is a work of very admirable unity and
+force._
+
+      _CHESTER B. FERNALD._
+
+  _September, 1899._
+
+
+
+
+THE GHETTO
+
+
+
+
+THE FIRST ACT
+
+  SCENE: _A street in the Ghetto in Amsterdam. On the left the shop of
+    SACHEL. Running down from the centre to the right, diagonally, the
+    wall of a canal; a bridge across the canal; a vista of the river and
+    the city at the back._
+
+
+    _Enter SAMSON and DANIEL._
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  Have trade and traffic gone to bed for Sabbath?
+
+DANIEL.
+
+  Not till old Sachel shuts his shop. See, he sits there in the gloom
+  like a spider waiting in its web. He would keep open all night for two
+  cents.
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  He's waiting for his son. What if the old man knew that Rafael spent
+  half his time composing music--music for which he gets nothing? He
+  would lock the door on Rafael to-night.
+
+DANIEL.
+
+  Let him! The world shall hear from Rafael. Wait till we play his
+  music.
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  But he still has time to devote to his father's Christian
+  servant-maid.
+
+DANIEL.
+
+  Eh--you have noticed too? [_They look into the shop._] Ah, see her! I
+  say, she's the handsomest in Amsterdam--high or low! You had better be
+  careful what you say about her to Rafael.
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  I am. When I spoke a trifle lightly of her, he offered to smash my
+  head with your 'cello.
+
+DANIEL.
+
+  And you apologized?
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  Not wanting it smashed.
+
+DANIEL.
+
+  Meaning your head.
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  No, meaning your 'cello. But I shall proceed with her. She is
+  unhappy--I think she needs _me_!
+
+    _Enter MORDECAI, with a piece of lace, by way of the bridge. He goes
+      into the shop._
+
+  I thought we had done with trade in this street. There goes an old
+  sheep to pawn his fleece. I say--bah!
+
+DANIEL.
+
+  So will the old sheep say "Bah!" when Sachel has shorn him. See the
+  old man feeling it over--they say he can tell brass from gold by the
+  touch of his talons.
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  It is well the old man is blind; if he saw the look of disgust on the
+  girl's face--ay, she'd like to rush out in the air!
+
+DANIEL.
+
+  If she hates trade so, why does she stay in the Ghetto?
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  She has nowhere else to go--she doesn't appear to want to get away.
+  Are they cursing each other over a copper? See the curl of her lip!
+  Look! look!
+
+      [_ROSA rushes out of the shop._
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_As if stifling._] Oh! oh! they have no souls--there is not a soul
+  among them, save Rafael's!
+
+      [_She sees DANIEL and SAMSON._
+
+SAMSON.
+
+Good evening!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_Coldly._] Good evening.
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  It's a fine evening, isn't it?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  No.
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  No, I suppose not. Is Rafael at home?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  No.
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  No--he stays away, he is in love?
+
+DANIEL.
+
+  With whom?
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  With somebody--somebody. I read between the notes of his music. He's
+  fallen in love and he's put it all into music. [_Insinuatingly._] Do
+  you know who she is?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_She gets a broom and begins to sweep._] How should I, a Christian,
+  be so deep in his confidence?
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  As deep in his confidence as need be. But do not trust him too much.
+  Ah--[_quasi-regretful_]--and I am his friend. But it is love that has
+  made a fool of me.
+
+ROSA.
+
+  No, I should not lay it to the door of love.
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  It _is_ love. If I could look into such eyes as yours, and my heart
+  not smoke like--like a burning haycock, then I should be more fool
+  than now.
+
+ROSA.
+
+  You could not be. With whom do you mean to insinuate that Rafael is
+  carrying on a love affair?
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  Oh, not you!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Oh! With whom, then?
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  [_Whispering._] To-morrow, when you are alone----
+
+      [_He pauses, hearing SACHEL in the shop._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  No, no!
+
+MORDECAI.
+
+  But----
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  No, no, no!
+
+    _Enter MORDECAI, followed by SACHEL._
+
+MORDECAI.
+
+  Half a guilder! Half a guilder! Oh! if it isn't worth four guilders,
+  it is worth nothing.
+
+      [_He begins to roll up his lace._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  If it is worth four guilders to you, keep it. H'm! Because I am blind,
+  cannot I feel with my fingers? No, it is tatters.
+
+MORDECAI.
+
+  It's beautiful. I leave it to any one.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  So do I. I leave it to Rosa; she's a Christian, she knows nothing
+  about trade. Rosa!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_Coming to him._] Yes.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Am I not right? Is it not charity to offer him half a guilder for that
+  lace?
+
+DANIEL.
+
+  [_Mischievously._] A beautiful piece of lace!
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  A splendid piece of lace; he could not have come honestly by that!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I have not summoned every idler in the street. Rosa!
+
+      [_Exeunt DANIEL and SAMSON._
+
+MORDECAI.
+
+  [_Whispering to ROSA._] My son is dead, how can I bury him without
+  money? It was his mother's--the only fragment I have left of hers----
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I hear you; is he giving you something?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_In compassion._] It is not so badly worn; surely it is worth four
+  guilders!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  You lie! I say you lie! Do you think you can make a fool of me--you
+  thieves! Ah, I know you are standing there, twisting your cheeks at
+  me! But you shall not rob me; no, no! Give me that! [_He takes the
+  lace and examines it with his fingers._] I knew it! It has been
+  patched--by some bag-maker. You minx--you hussy! Do I feed you that
+  you may rob me? Everybody lies to me--but they do not deceive me! I
+  will not give half a guilder--only thirty cents.
+
+MORDECAI.
+
+  Sachel! I must have _two_ guilders! He died in my arms. You have a
+  son--for pity's sake--for pity's sake!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Have you had pity on my eyes? You say this lace is whole; it is a lie.
+  You say your son is dead; that is a lie too, for all I know. I'll give
+  no more--no more.
+
+MORDECAI.
+
+  Oh! Oh! Give me that! You black-hearted miser. [_He snatches it._] You
+  are rich--you have known me for years--and you would let my son be
+  buried in the pauper's field! A curse on you! May your son _live_ to
+  hate you--desert you--disown you--curse you, as I do!
+
+      [_Exit MORDECAI._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Rosa! Run and offer him a guilder and a half! Run!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Mordecai! He will not stop! He's gone!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  With a curse! Could I be more cursed than I am? Come here. You have
+  driven the trade from my door.
+
+ROSA.
+
+  I?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Yes, you--you misbegotten wretch! Had you not whined and pleaded for
+  him, he would have taken a guilder. If you, too, had said, "Tatters!
+  nothing but tatters." Why did you not?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Because I will not lie for you!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I employ you to do my bidding! What are you doing now--idling, wasting
+  precious time? [_ROSA begins to sweep._] In the middle of last
+  night--were you up?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  No!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  [_Ironically._] You will not lie for me! Why are you so disturbed
+  about it?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  I am not disturbed.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I say you are. You are red in the face--I know it. Why were you up?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  I was not up.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I heard you! I heard you, and you cannot deceive me. Did I not lie
+  awake until Rafael came home? It struck twelve as he went to his room.
+  It was not five minutes later when I hear steps along the hall--yes, I
+  can hear steps, though the shoes be off! I heard steps, and then your
+  door opened. Why do you stop? I heard your door open; what does it
+  mean?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Do you mean that--that some one came--some one opened my door?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Some one--some one! I mean you--you opened it--and you went
+  downstairs. Why? What were you doing while you thought I slept?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  I did not leave my room.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  And she will not lie for me! If you are honest, why does your voice
+  tremble so? You were up, and why? If I miss anything;--do you want to
+  be turned into the streets? [_He hears the noise of a window opening._]
+  Who's that? Some fresh enemy? I cannot move but some one's hand is
+  raised against me! Enemies--enemies I cannot strike nor battle
+  with--because I cannot see!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  I--I am not your enemy!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  How do I know? Have I ever looked into your eyes? Ay, if I could look
+  into them at this moment, God knows what I should find. You are not my
+  enemy! Why, then, were you up last night prowling about my house--at
+  midnight--when my son--when Rafael;--Rafael--? Come here! [_She comes
+  to him._] Your hand! Was it Rafael? Did Rafael--? No, no, my beautiful
+  boy--with such as you--an ugly, misshapen wench like you! [_Pause._]
+  Unless--unless they lied to me! Did not Esther sniff and say that you
+  were white and thin, when we rescued you from pauperdom--when you were
+  threatened with the streets--you thankless vagabond? They knew I would
+  not have had you else! Rafael said that "pretty" was no word for such
+  a face as yours; did he mean that you were beautiful;--did he mean
+  that? Your form--yes, your form! [_He passes his hand over her._] Hold
+  still! Do you fear an old blind wreck like me? Ay, you are like a
+  Madonna, damn you! Your face--hold still--your nose--[_he passes his
+  hand over her face_]--your brow--your chin;--they lied to me! You are
+  beautiful! It _was_ Rafael!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  What do you mean? I tell you I am not beautiful!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Are you ugly? Do you swear you are ugly?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  You cannot see the colour of my skin--you cannot see the rings under
+  my eyes.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  You swear--do you swear you are not beautiful?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  I may have been pretty once--but now----
+
+      [_She is silent._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  [_Thoughtfully._] When she says that--h'm! H'm! No woman would deny
+  her beauty if she had it. No, no! H'm! Rafael--my beautiful boy; why,
+  I only mentioned it to frighten you!
+
+    _Enter ESTHER, over the bridge._
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  What's the matter now--you troublesome old person?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  My sister--my compassionate sister! H'm! I know you're waiting,
+  watching my face from day to day for a sign of death.
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  You silly old man, does any one put a pin in your way?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Any one? Every one! Has she not just driven away a customer because
+  she would not----
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  I don't want to hear about it!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  H'm! A little money--it is nothing! I have given my life for it--and
+  my eyes--my eyes! By God's right, do not the blessings of thrift
+  belong to me? And here I drag my gloomy, empty life away, with a son
+  who brings me nothing, a sister who watches me like a vulture and this
+  hussy who drives my customers to curse me!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Who do you think gave me this letter for you? Aaron.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Aaron! He hasn't been near us for years! What does he want? Read!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  When the Sabbath has already begun?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Well, what do we have this Christian for? Rosa!
+
+    _Enter ROSA._
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Rosa, open this letter and read it.
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_Reading._] "I shall be at your house to-night, on a matter of
+  business.--AARON HEINE."      [_Exit ROSA._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Business? What business can he have with me?
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  His daughter, I think. There was something in the way he spoke that
+  made me feel it!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  To marry his Rebecca to my son. H'm! I'll make him speak first. I'll
+  worry him! I'll make him sweat.
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Rosa! Put up the shutters.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I will not trust her to put up the shutters.
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  You never had a better servant in your house.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  [_Fetches shutters and awkwardly adjusts them._] She is a Christian.
+  It is bad luck--it was wrong for us to take her in.
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  You were glad enough to have her. Would a Jewess light your fire on
+  Sabbath--would a Jewess open your letters for you? Shall I send her
+  away?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Not yet.
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  No. Because on Sabbath your feet would be cold and your letters would
+  lie unopened, even if you were not blind. I pity the girl; I have
+  heard that her father was a gentleman and died poor and in exile,
+  because he had given succour to the persecuted Jews.
+
+    _Enter ROSA._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Who can prove it? It is a good story to work upon our sympathies. They
+  cannot deceive me. I will have no sympathies.
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  [_To ROSA._] Isn't it warm.
+
+      [_They look off over the river._
+
+ROSA.
+
+  But aren't those clouds beautiful? They are bringing a blessed rain;
+  but they lower as if they brought a pestilence.
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  You call them beautiful? You know very well that we are speculating in
+  produce: if the drought keeps on the rich will have to pay dear for
+  their vegetables, and the poor won't have any; it will profit us
+  handsomely! And you only think of your own pleasure!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  It was only the beauty, the majesty of the clouds; they are massed
+  together like enemies ready to destroy us. But the poor; ah, I can see
+  the hand of God in those clouds!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Which God, Rosa?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  The God of all peoples, of all faiths--the God who knows no ceremony
+  but the way of living, and no creed but what He plants in the hearts
+  of every one.
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  You are a strange sort of Christian! You talk like Rafael! [_Exit
+  ROSA, as if to avoid the subject._] I wonder if she ever talks with
+  Rafael! Sachel, I see Aaron!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I'll make him speak first.
+
+    _Enter AARON._
+
+AARON.
+
+  [_To SACHEL._] Good evening. [_No answer._] What's the matter with
+  you, old friend? I have a bit of business with you.
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Good evening. Rather late for business, isn't it? Sit down.
+
+AARON.
+
+  It's never too late for business. It was never too early when we were
+  young--eh, Sachel? Do you remember forty years ago, when you and I and
+  Abram stood in line at two o'clock in the morning--to get the best
+  places at the sale? Poverty wasn't trumps then, as it is now.
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  H'm! I fancy not with you, now.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  What did you come about?
+
+AARON.
+
+  Eh? Well, I have something I think you'll want.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  What?
+
+AARON.
+
+  Eh? Why, some wool, I'll sell it cheap. Feel that! As soft as my
+  daughter's cheek!
+
+      [_Gives SACHEL a packet of wool._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  [_Returning the packet._] I didn't think you'd have anything I wanted.
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  No; it wouldn't interest us. Have some coffee, Rosa!
+
+AARON.
+
+  You think it is not good. You don't know! That wool was bought by my
+  daughter, Rebecca, and I'll back her judgment against any man's in the
+  Ghetto! [_Gives a little to SACHEL._] Feel that!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  [_Breaking the fibres, and listening to the sound they make._] His
+  daughter! Cotton! More cotton! His daughter!
+
+AARON.
+
+  I will match her with your son, any day!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  My son is in no hurry to marry.
+
+AARON.
+
+  Marry? I meant as a judge of wool. You are the only one that's
+  thinking of marrying him. What's the matter--doesn't any girl's father
+  want him?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  [_Picking the wool apart._] H'm!
+
+AARON.
+
+  There _is_ a keen demand for handsome young wives nowadays, judging from
+  the way my daughter is besieged.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Your daughter? You speak as if she had had an offer.
+
+    _Enter ROSA with the coffee._
+
+AARON.
+
+  H'm, _an_ offer! But I came here to talk about wool! If it were not
+  the Sabbath I would burn a little for you, and you could tell by the
+  smell there is not a shred of cotton in it!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Let the Christian burn it for us, then. Rosa, light that!
+
+      [_ROSA burns a little of the wool in the spirit lamp._
+
+AARON.
+
+  [_Laughingly._] If you can smell cotton in that, then the sheep have
+  been eating cotton-seed, and it has sprouted through their shins. Do
+  you smell any cotton? Ah!
+
+      [_Exit ROSA._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  No; because I have picked all the cotton out. Rubbish!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Have some coffee?
+
+AARON.
+
+  [_Putting away packet of wool._] Oh, well, if you don't know a good
+  thing when you see it. Ah! Those cakes of yours, Esther; I remember
+  them, I remember them of old! Let me send my daughter to learn how to
+  make them, will you?
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Certainly.
+
+AARON.
+
+  That's the only thing under the sky that my daughter can't do to
+  perfection. Well, how is that son of yours?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Where is he, you had better ask! Unless I stay up till midnight, I
+  never meet him.
+
+AARON.
+
+  Oh, well, a young fellow has to have his day I suppose.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Did I have my day? I was one of eight souls who crawled and starved in
+  a room half as big as my shop parlour. I have known hunger to gnaw at
+  my belly, till I cried myself to sleep, and dreamt that I was
+  disembowelled. And my grandmother died, and my little sister too, from
+  sheer want. Sheer want! At his age I could have bought and sold him
+  twice a day. The fellow is a worthless vagabond!
+
+AARON.
+
+  H'm. I suppose, if the truth be said, he _is_ a worthless vagabond!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  You--what affair is it of yours? You would give half you have--and
+  that wouldn't be much--to have him in your household!
+
+AARON.
+
+  Ha! My daughter has no haste to wed.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Who said anything about wedding? It is you that seem to have the
+  subject on your mind.
+
+AARON.
+
+  With my girl? With Rebecca? You rely too much upon your son's good
+  looks and upon the lot of money he will have.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Who said he would have a lot of money? I am not dead yet.
+
+AARON.
+
+  Even so, your only child is not going empty-handed.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  He will go empty-handed, by the Commandments, if he does not obey his
+  father! And, in any case, I have not slaved my eyes away that another
+  man's child may be fed.
+
+    _Enter REBECCA._
+
+AARON.
+
+  Still he must marry some day.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Marry whom? No girl who does not bring twelve thousand guilders shall
+  marry my son!
+
+      [_Exit ESTHER._
+
+      [_REBECCA pauses at the bridge unobserved and interested._
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  [_Aside._] They are getting on!
+
+AARON.
+
+  [_Swelling with indignation._] Twelve thousand guilders! Twelve
+  thousand guilders! A snap of the finger! And is your son a prince? You
+  talk like an imbecile. Suppose some one was fool enough to give his
+  daughter such a dowry, what would you give your son?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Nothing! He has his share in the business--or will have.
+
+AARON.
+
+  Oh, you're enough to make a man jump into the sea!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Did I ask anything of you? Why should you jump into the sea?
+
+AARON.
+
+  Eh, what? Rebecca! How did _you_ happen to be here?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  [_Ironically._] Yes, how did you happen to be here?
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  Why, didn't you _tell_ me----
+
+AARON.
+
+  [_Waving her away._] We're talking business, Sachel and I!
+
+    _Enter ESTHER._
+
+  Esther, those cakes are wonderful!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Thanks! [_To REBECCA._] Look here. [_Showing a photograph--watching
+  her closely._] Rafael is a good-looking boy, isn't he?
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  Oh, you'd better let me have this! He wouldn't mind, would he? What a
+  fine likeness--but so sad!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  That's for some nice girl to take out of him.
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  [_Tapping the photograph._] And you'll let me----
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Have the picture? With pleasure! Have you seen Isaac's new warehouse?
+
+      [_Points up the canal. REBECCA retires to the bridge._
+
+  [_Sotto, to AARON._] I like your girl--she's remarkably discreet. When
+  she's married, you'll be lonely enough!
+
+AARON.
+
+  [_Sotto._] And when she is married, Esther--[_meaningly_]--may I take
+  me a wife on the same day; one that can bake such cakes as those!
+  [_Aloud._] Esther, there is not another woman in Amsterdam that can
+  bake such cakes as those!
+
+      [_The two exchange meaning glances; they advance on SACHEL, as if
+        now in alliance._
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  [_Aside._] I don't believe it was about me!
+
+AARON.
+
+  But, outside of that, Rebecca is a wonderful housewife, and in the
+  shop--she brings me the trade!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  H'm! She'll never bring you a son-in-law! For you can't spare money to
+  give with her. You need it all in your business.
+
+AARON.
+
+  Do I? With my daughter there will go a trifle of eight thousand
+  guilders.      [_Pause._
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  [_Aside._] It _is_ about me. They are getting on!
+
+AARON.
+
+  And he thinks a girl will bring his son a matter of twelve thousand
+  guilders.
+
+    _Enter ROSA; she shows that she has been listening and is troubled._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Let my son tell me he is going to marry a girl with less than twelve
+  thousand! I would give him the choice of starvation. I would lock the
+  door on him.
+
+      [_ROSA sees the photograph in REBECCA'S hand._
+
+AARON.
+
+  Who's talking of your son? My daughter--Esther, just look at her--such
+  a figure, such a skin--such eyes! Esther, Esther, look at her walk!
+  Look at her walk!
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  Is Rafael at home?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  No.
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Rafael and Rebecca--that would sound rather well!
+
+AARON.
+
+  My dear woman, I won't give twelve thousand guilders.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  And I won't give my son at less!
+
+AARON.
+
+  Your son? Did I ask you for your son? Did I?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Did I ask you for your daughter? What is she to me?
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  [_Aside._] Oh, they are really getting on!
+
+AARON.
+
+  Oh, my daughter! I wish your son were her equal! If _I_ had such a
+  son----
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I don't want your advice! [_Rises._] You manage your own child. I'll
+  manage mine.      [_Starts for shop._
+
+AARON.
+
+  You will? You can't manage him. Where is he now? Dallying with some
+  wanton, for all you know! My God, one would think him a second Joseph!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Do you house him? Do you feed him? Does he trouble you? Speak well of
+  him, or go home!
+
+AARON.
+
+  I will go home!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Sit down! Now talk sense! It's a good match: you both know it's a good
+  match, and so--[_to REBECCA_]--have you seen the repairs to the old
+  bridge?
+
+      [_REBECCA moves farther away, leaving the photograph of RAFAEL on
+        the wall._
+
+  [_Lowering her voice._] They are both only children. And so, in any
+  case, the money will stay in the family. You let Sachel consider it.
+
+      [_ROSA takes the photograph of RAFAEL and hides it behind her._
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  [_Aside._] I wonder how Rafael will consider it?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  It costs nothing to consider it, but----
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  We'll see you to-morrow.
+
+AARON.
+
+  At my house--before service. Come on, Rebecca; I have arranged about
+  the wool. Good-night!      [_Exit._
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Good-night!
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  Oh, where's my picture of Rafael? [_ROSA drops the photograph into the
+  canal._] It's gone!
+
+      [_She looks about for it._
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  How could it have gone?
+
+      [_REBECCA sees it in the canal._
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  It has fallen into the canal! It's ruined! [_Looks at ROSA._] I don't
+  understand. I don't understand!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Oh, well; Rafael has some others. I'll see Rafael. Good-night.
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  [_To ROSA._] If the portrait dropped in where I left it, then it must
+  have floated against the current.
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_Fiercely, sotto._] It did go against the current.
+
+      [_Exit REBECCA._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Not a cent under twelve thousand.
+
+      [_ROSA, at the bridge, struggles with tears._
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  We shall see!      [_Exit._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  So we shall. Why doesn't he come? His miserable selfishness. My God,
+  if anything has happened to him! He doesn't come. He might have been
+  set upon and robbed--beaten, killed, by some cursed ruffian beyond the
+  Ghetto. My God--I'm harsh--too harsh with him. I shall be chastened
+  for it. I was harsh to his mother; yes, I know--I know; I broke her
+  heart perhaps, and Rafael, poor boy----[_Stops, listens._] His step!
+  Yes; even--steady--he's in no distress. He's not worrying about _me_.
+  He'll come home to sleep and get more money--that's all. He's a
+  vagabond--a rascally vagabond!
+
+    _Enter ESTHER._
+
+    _Enter RAFAEL by the bridge._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  [_Wearily._] Good evening. [_No answer._] Good evening! [_No answer._]
+
+      [_He exchanges guarded looks with ROSA. Exit ROSA._
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  [_Contemptuously._] The gentleman says "Good evening!" This is his
+  lodging-house, where he does us the honour to sleep!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  I know I am rather late. I hope you were not anxious about me, father.
+  Were you? Father! Oh--well!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Why should he answer you? What manner of son are you?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Where have you been all day?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  I--what does it matter? I know--I promised to do some business for
+  you--but--there were other things--I forgot--I am sorry.
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Oh, he's sorry.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I asked you where you idled all this day, and you evaded me.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  I have been everywhere--and the day vanished while I was thinking.
+  Have you something to eat, aunt?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  We have finished eating.
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  At this time of night! H'm!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Very well. I will see what I can find.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Oh, my Maker, how heavily thou visitest upon me! To be thus mocked by
+  a stranger within mine own house! If your poor dead mother knew how
+  you treated me!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Father, the rotten board that marked my mother's grave is falling to
+  pieces. And you can hardly find the spot for weeds--weeds!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Is that where you've been? Where else?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Far away--in my thoughts.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Another day--a whole precious day devoured by your drivelling
+  nonsense! Are you a son? Have you an old blind father? Oh, my
+  business, my splendid business, that I slaved and sweated out my
+  marrow for, dwindling, dwindling with every ticking of the clock! And
+  he wants me to buy a new headboard! I had better buy one for myself. I
+  had better be dead than not, with such a son.
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Sachel! Sachel! You cry--for a son like that! He is not worth one
+  tear.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  God punishes me for all my sins. When he was a child I have stolen the
+  bread from my mouth for him, weeks at a time; and now I may burrow
+  alone in the dark for all he cares, chained to my door-post, chained
+  to wait till some one comes to deal with me--to rob and swindle and
+  mock me--because I am alone--and blind.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  And the saddest is, it is not my doing, and I cannot help it.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Not his doing! Oh, my Maker! Can I keep him in irons and make him use
+  his eyes for me?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Father, between us matters cannot be improved--now nor ever!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Well, upon my word!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Why not? You have something you dare not tell. There is a woman in it.
+  You had forty guilders when you went away this morning. Have you a
+  cent of it left?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  I gave it all to Mordecai to bury his son.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I do not believe it.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Father! For the little time that I remain here need we add more
+  bitterness to what exists?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  What do you say?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  I am going away.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  What--what--what do you say?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  I am going away!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Oh, oh, that crowns all! He can look into my dead eyes and threaten
+  this--without a quiver--without a qualm!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Ah, there was a time--there was a time, when I would have yielded any
+  sacrifice for you--when I was a boy and you had just gone blind, and
+  my heart was wrung with a pity for you that was a very pity in itself.
+  If I had seen tears in your poor sightless eyes, then my peace would
+  have been utterly destroyed; at the thought of having vexed you I
+  should have beaten my brow. And now it's gone--gone--and it won't come
+  back--it can't come back--because you robbed me of it.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I? I? What have _I_ done? And why do you go away?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  For reasons all of which I will not tell.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  You dog! To leave your father--sick and blind, and on the road to
+  poverty! God shall curse you for it!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  No; God shall not! To live under this roof--to see, day in, day
+  out--nothing--nothing--but, no--no! There _are_ reasons, reasons
+  enough, Heaven be my judge!
+
+      [_Several musical instruments begin to tune up in the house where
+        DANIEL and SAMSON live._
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Heaven will be your judge! There _are_ reasons--reasons you are
+  ashamed of--reasons you dare not tell!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  It is true! You have fouled my name, you have been in the mire, you
+  have committed some contemptible thing you are ashamed of! You are
+  running away, you dare not tell why!
+
+      [_RAFAEL throws over a chair; regains his composure._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Is it but three years ago that I was so ignorant, so raw, and so
+  fond of you? I had known you with the fire of life in your eyes, and
+  now it had gone; the light of your soul was as hidden in a dungeon,
+  because you were blind. Ah, how I suffered! I shut my eyes to
+  imagine it--darkness, black nothing; God's beautiful sky gone for
+  ever, as if you were in your coffin under ground! Awful! Awful! And
+  this, this was my father--my father, whom I loved and honoured, of
+  all the world!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Who asked your sympathy? Hold your tongue!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  I honoured you because you asked the sympathy of no man. I
+  _honoured_ you. Shall I ever forget that Friday, when I stood alone
+  in the gloom of this warehouse, watching you, sorrowing over your
+  blindness, with tears in my eyes! You stood by the scales. They were
+  weighing out your merchandise; the man who had bought it stooped and
+  shifted the weights; and your creature Jacob read the figures out
+  and you wrote them down in great coarse scrawls--your grey head
+  bare, your face turned up to heaven. How I loved you--how I pitied
+  you! You bore yourself with such calm--such fortitude--as if, when
+  God had touched your eyes, He had whispered into your ears some
+  portion of the everlasting truth. No one saw me--I was back in the
+  shadow. And I started forward; I wanted to say, "Father--go in;
+  father, never labour again! Sit in your chair--rest always--while I
+  do your bidding--while I do everything!" But I did not say it. No! I
+  stopped; I slunk back into the deepest shadow like a criminal. I had
+  uttered a cry, but you and Jacob did not hear me. On the platform of
+  the scales, when your client stooped to balance them, I had seen a
+  foot go out--go out while your white face was turned in holy calm to
+  heaven--go out and press down--so that the scales read false--so
+  that the man who bought our goods was tricked and robbed--robbed of
+  the money we had not earned from him. And again I saw it, and again,
+  and again, father! And the man whose foot went out and did this
+  crime, the man who was stealing and stealing, time after time,
+  stealing his money, stealing my respect, my honour, my youth, before
+  my eyes--was it Jacob? No, it was you--you, my father--my father,
+  whom I loved and pitied, and they had trusted--because you were
+  blind!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Shame! That's a lie! Shame!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  [_Turning to his father._] Is it a lie?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  [_Hoarsely._] Let him go on. Let him go on.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  And that afternoon I went with my father to the synagogue; I did not
+  pray, I could not speak. I only gazed at my father's face, waiting
+  to see it soften into some shade of doubt, of repentance, of
+  remorse. And the dead eyes faced up to the rafters where the sun
+  shone through--they faced up there with the same impassive
+  stare--the same holy calm, as when he stood with his foot on the
+  scales. Ah, when we walked home, how cold and pitiless the sky
+  looked down at me that winter day! We sat at our Sabbath table. He
+  complained that I was silent. He said prayers, he dipped the bread
+  in the salt. The lamplight shone on him, and I stared into his face,
+  and I saw nothing--nothing I had always thought I saw--and my heart
+  was ice; and he rose and stumbled over a stool and fell, and I
+  picked him up--and my heart was still ice. He was no longer blind to
+  me--he was nothing--nothing but a--ah no, no,--what's the
+  use--what's the use?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  [_Hoarsely._] Have I been different from the others? Aaron, Levy,
+  Isaac, would they not have done the same? Is there any one who would
+  not take advantage of my eyes? No; business is business.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Business,--Aaron, Levy, Isaac! God, how I have despised them all my
+  life!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Oh, he would give overweight!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  I will quarrel no more with you. When I am gone----
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  You are not going--you shall not go! [_Trembling._] I have nothing
+  in the world but you. Didn't I do it all for you? When I am dead the
+  money will be yours, and the blame sewed up in my shroud with me.
+  Can't you be content?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  [_After looking at him for a moment, hopelessly._] It is getting late.
+  I am tired. Let us go to bed, and to-morrow let us part friends.
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  You eat something. Then you'll feel differently. H'm! He go away! I
+  shall call up Rosa!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Thanks, no. I could not eat now. Has she not done enough this
+  sweltering day?
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Then I'm going to bed. No wonder, to be so irregular in your ways. You
+  were up last night. Couldn't you sleep?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  I did not sleep until nearly morning.
+
+      [_Exit ESTHER. SACHEL goes to try the shutters._
+
+  Well, good-night, father. You won't answer? Well, good-night!
+  [_Music begins in the house at the back._] [_Aside._] They are
+  playing my music. Give me time--I will show you what is in my soul!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  [_Aside._] The scales--that is not the only reason!
+
+    _Enter ROSA, who does not see SACHEL. She starts to go to RAFAEL.
+      SACHEL hears her._
+
+  Rosa, why are you not in bed? [_ROSA stops motionless, mute,
+  frightened._] Is that Rosa? [_He is suspicious._
+
+      [_They do not answer. Exit SACHEL into the house, evidently with a
+        purpose._
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_Rushing to RAFAEL._] Rafael! Rafael! Tell me the truth. Am I not
+  your wife? Don't you love me? Do you love some one else? Do you love
+  Aaron's daughter? They are planning to marry her to you. What does
+  it mean? [_He motions her to be silent._] Does it mean that you wish
+  it? No--no, it can't be that: you have said you were going away; but
+  you didn't tell them of me. Why? Why do you not tell them of
+  me?--soon enough you'll have to; and then--then you will have to
+  choose--choose between the rage of your father--between
+  disinheritance--poverty--the wrath of all the Ghetto, and me--only
+  me! Rafael, my life is in your hands. Love me--love me, Rafael!
+  Don't let me doubt you! [_He stops her mouth. Suddenly SACHEL opens
+  the window over the shop-door; he leans out, listens, hears nothing,
+  withdraws._] He's in my room--he's searching for me--he suspects
+  us--he has said so. He's coming down now; he's going to accuse us;
+  he's going to tell you to desert me--desert me or starve! Rafael,
+  what are you going to say? Rafael, what are you going to say?
+
+      [_He stops her mouth again; they look in through the door. A
+        pause._
+
+    _Enter SACHEL._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  She's not in the house! Rosa--where are you?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_Whispering to RAFAEL._] Where? Where?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  [_Quietly taking her in his arms._] Rosa is here, father.
+
+A WATCHMAN.
+
+  [_Heard in the distance._] Ten o'clock, and all's well! Ten o'clock,
+  and all's well!
+
+      [_SACHEL shakes his head._
+
+END OF THE FIRST ACT.
+
+
+
+
+THE SECOND ACT
+
+  SCENE: _A living room in the rear of SACHEL'S shop. A door at the
+    back opens into the street; at the left a staircase runs up over a
+    fireplace to a gallery which gives access to two rooms off the
+    stage._
+
+  _ROSA is discovered at the fireplace. ESTHER is at the dining-table,
+    which is set with the Sabbath-cloth. ESTHER crosses to a door at the
+    left._
+
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Sachel, your medicine!
+
+      [_ROSA brings a jug of hot water to the table; ESTHER prepares some
+        medicine with the water._
+
+    _Enter SACHEL._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  That girl--where is she?
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  She's here.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  [_Aside._] That's what Rafael said last night. Rosa! Go and water
+  the flowers in my window and pick off the dead leaves, and be sure
+  you give plenty of time to it.      [_Exit ROSA._
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Well! Since when have you taken such an interest in flowers?
+
+      [_She goes upstairs._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I want to talk; I've been awake all night. This girl keeps lying to
+  me. Last night she had the effrontery to tell me--[_with
+  calculation_]--she told me she was considered beautiful!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  [_Not interested._] Well, she is beautiful!
+
+      [_Exit ESTHER._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  H'm! [_He thinks deeply; rises._] Rosa!
+
+    _Enter ROSA._
+
+  Last night you tried to make me think you were ugly;--you deceived
+  me. You are not a woman--you are a fiend come into my house--come in
+  out of the Christian world--to do what? What do you expect to do
+  here? Do you know you are in the heart of the Ghetto? What do you
+  expect to do in my house?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Nothing but what my God gives me the right to do!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Your God? I tell you the wall your God built against us still shuts
+  Him away from here! You came into my house to divide it against
+  itself. You have been getting too near my son. Do you think I don't
+  know? You've been trying to turn him against his religion, you've
+  been trying to turn him against me!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  If I have, then I have failed. Rafael loves you.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  You say so? I ask no better proof that he hates me! You came into my
+  house to accomplish this, you vampire! Could you not have fastened
+  on someone else than Rafael? Who sent you here to find him? Did
+  your Christian God send you here?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_Thinking of RAFAEL._] Yes, yes, my God did send me here--[_checks
+  herself_]--or else I should have starved.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Starve! Does a demon ever starve? Not while young men have hot
+  blood! Hah! It is well that I have found you out before this thing
+  has gone too far. Don't I know your damned tricks; _you_ wouldn't be
+  satisfied with a passing touch of his lips. You've got a brain--a
+  lying, scheming, devilish brain! You want his heart--you want his
+  soul! By God! [_He goes vigorously and opens the door, to the
+  street._] Do you know what I'm going to do? There's where we found
+  you--out there in the streets, without a friend, without a cent, and
+  your dead father----
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Sachel, my father helped your people!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Now let the Jews help his daughter! You've lied to me always! Shall
+  I believe this story of your father? I believe he was a demon like
+  you! I believe he was sent out of hell to steal away men's souls, as
+  you were. You've found something to fight when you've come across
+  me! Shall I feel a snake in my bosom and not cast it out? [_He
+  points to the door._] You--[_He checks himself; a pause._] Shut the
+  door! Go on with your work! [_Exit ROSA._] No, no, no--it won't do
+  to _tear_ him away from her. She is beautiful;--we must marry him to
+  Rebecca. Rebecca is handsome, Rebecca is rich, Rebecca is minx
+  enough. We must marry him to Rebecca if we can. If not, to some one
+  else--any one else, as soon as we can. But we must handle him with
+  care. Ah! I had better get the Rabbi to talk to him; the Rabbi has
+  tact. And, for the present, we must let Rosa be.
+
+    _Enter ESTHER. A knock on the door._
+
+  Aaron. Come in!
+
+    _Enter AARON._
+
+AARON.
+
+  Good morning!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Good morning!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Good morning!
+
+AARON.
+
+  I shouldn't have come, my friend, if I hadn't promised Esther. For
+  I've been thinking it over; and if there is any question of your son
+  marrying my daughter, I tell you I will give eight thousand guilders
+  and no more!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  All because I said "Good morning" to you. I have been considering
+  it. I am willing to talk with you. As you probably said in your
+  sleep last night, if you can get rid of your daughter without paying
+  more than ten thousand guilders, you'll be pretty well satisfied.
+
+AARON.
+
+  Eh--what?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Come on, it's time to start to the synagogue; we'll have a talk on the
+  way.
+
+AARON.
+
+  But, my dear sir, eight thousand----
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  No; as you said in your sleep--ten thousand!
+
+      [_Exeunt all._
+
+    _Enter SAMSON, cautiously._
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  Rosa! Rosa! [_Aside._] A little show of modesty! Rosa! Nevertheless
+  she is listening at the other side of that door; she thinks I will
+  betray myself in some soliloquy. H'm! [_Loudly._] Ah--she's not
+  here; how the blood rushed to my heart, like the sea beating against
+  a rock, when I thought I should have two golden moments alone with
+  her! [_He stands on lowest cupboard shelf to be near her door, which
+  is upstairs._] But she's gone!--gone forth to air her beauty. Such
+  beauty! Such a face, such a form! Night after night she floats in my
+  dreams--[_he steps up one shelf nearer_]--for I love her so that I
+  have not slept a wink for weeks.
+
+    _Enter DANIEL, unobserved by SAMSON._
+
+  And if she were here I would tell her so! I could gratify her
+  tastes! For once her love is mine. [_He draws a bunch of keys from
+  his pocket._] She shall hear such music as this from morn till
+  night----
+
+      [_He jingles the keys._
+
+    _Enter ROSA._
+
+  One--two--three--four--five--five gold pieces! Did I come abroad
+  with only five? H'm! There are plenty more like these indoors--yes,
+  in doors! And here I stand perishing with my ardour. Nay, I feel
+  faint----
+
+      [_DANIEL bursts into loud laughter._
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_To SAMSON._] You miserable cur! [_SAMSON descends sheepishly._] If
+  I were of your faith--if I were not a servitor, without a father,
+  without a brother, you would not dare! [_DANIEL laughs._] And
+  you--if you were a little better than he, you would have struck him!
+  What do you want here? Go!
+
+DANIEL.
+
+  Look here, my girl, you need not be so virtuous when you talk to us!
+  We live next to you--our windows overlook yours--eh, Samson?
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  Don't you be unpleasant to this lady!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_To DANIEL._] What do you mean?
+
+DANIEL.
+
+  Lady! What do we mean? What's the difference? Rafael is a friend of
+  ours. We are most liberal--most charitable, eh, Samson?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Rafael? Why do you speak of Rafael? What do you mean?
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  Now you needn't bring Rafael into it, Daniel. I don't want any--any
+  misapprehension with Rafael.
+
+ROSA.
+
+  You shall have an understanding with him, you cowards--you vulgar
+  beasts! I shall tell him!
+
+DANIEL.
+
+  He'll tell you to hold your tongue. Are you his wife? No; you're a
+  Christian servant in his father's house; we know all about that, and
+  you'd better learn to take a joke.
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  It was only a joke, you know--only a joke--(_with a forced laugh._)
+  [_ROSA'S anger increases._] Now don't you tell Rafael that I was
+  trying to get in his way!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  What do you mean? Get in his way? He would flick you over his shoulder
+  into the canal. I shall tell him!
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  Don't--don't bring Rafael into it! Hasn't he enough on his mind
+  already?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Would anything so slight as you increase his burden? You cowards! You
+  both fear him! You _may_ fear him!
+
+    _Enter RAFAEL._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Hallo! News! news! I've seen Hanakoff--and Hanakoff
+  says--Hanakoff--what's the matter? What is the matter? Which of you
+  was it? Rosa, what did they do?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_Pointing to SAMSON._] Let him speak.
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  Why--why, she can't take a joke--that's all.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Oh, a joke. What was the joke? What was the joke?
+
+DANIEL.
+
+  Oh, everything is a joke. Don't we live across the street? Can two
+  people help putting their heads together once in a while? Well, of
+  course, if you--if she--if we--why, of course----
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  What did they say?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  They said--they insinuated that--that----
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  I know what they said. You--I--[_He takes hold of them both._] Two
+  people can't help putting their heads together! If you will meet me
+  in some seclusion, my two good friends, I'll show you how two heads
+  can be so put together that two people shall see stars enough to
+  read their horoscopes. You shall read in those stars the name of
+  Rosa--Rosa who, God search my soul, is purer than the snows on the
+  crest of the Jungfrau. Quite properly--[_as he causes them to bend
+  low_]--quite properly, they bend in homage, Rosa! And Daniel here,
+  Daniel whom the starving lions would not taste--the story never
+  seemed to me so true as now--he says that what he said he did not
+  say, and can't remember what it was, and is most sorry that he said
+  it--and see--[_forces them_]--bends low. I thank you for your
+  courtesy. And Samson, he that slew the thousands with the jawbone
+  of an ass--which is his jawbone to this day--he's swallowing those
+  words he spoke, so eagerly that he chokes! Ha, ha! my ardent
+  friends! [_He turns them about ironically._] And must you go? Ah,
+  well! [_He pushes them towards the door._] If you insist--if you
+  insist--Good-bye! Good-bye! [_He throws them violently out._] [_Then
+  to ROSA._] I have seen Hanakoff; he is going to play my music
+  to-night; and if--Rosa--[_ROSA bursts into tears._] Rosa!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Go away from me!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  But why, Rosa----
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Let me be! You shall never touch me again! I hate you--I loathe
+  you--all of you!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  But have I not disposed of them! Is there anything else? My darling!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  No, never again; never shall you lay your hand on me! I know what
+  lies before me now. I am your wife and you will not proclaim me. I
+  am your wife and they insult me, and you bundle them off without a
+  word such as I wanted, as if I were your mistress, who must not be
+  vexed! I know now; last night you soothed me over--you took me in
+  your arms before him; but he is blind--he did not understand--he
+  only suspected something foul; and so it will grow, until his
+  suspicion makes an open accusation; and then you will stand
+  revealed--you will shrink away from me--you will cry, "I have sinned
+  in the sight of the synagogue," and I shall be cast out of doors--a
+  broken plaything, a husk of yesterday!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Rosa! Rosa! Are you not my wife?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Your wife--here in the Ghetto--here among your people? No, to them I
+  am a Christian--to them I cannot be your wife--to them I am a
+  sacrilege--an insult in their teeth! Oh! as one who enters hell I
+  entered here--a steaming hell of avarice; not life--but a sickly
+  poisoned dream of gain, gain--always gain. I thought I saw a bright
+  light shining in this horrid place. I flew to you--I gave you my
+  soul--to find myself--ugh!--only----
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Horror! that you should even think such things!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Think such things! You say you love me with all your heart--with all
+  your soul. How great is your soul that dares not the anger of a
+  father who is wrong?--a soul that fears poverty, disinheritance, the
+  hatred of the Ghetto? You fear that you would be cast off, that you
+  would suffer want and ridicule, that your father would never feed
+  you and clothe you again; and when that fear comes into your heart
+  what room is left for me? Love! Ugh! Ugh! What is _your_ love! The
+  love of the way that is easiest, the love of the son of honest
+  Sachel--the love of a Jew!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  [_Slowly, sorrowfully._] And now _you_ say "Jew!" "Jew!" as they say
+  it in the streets, among the mob, when I go beyond the Ghetto. It
+  sounds strange from lips that I thought loved me; it sounds strange
+  from the daughter of your father! Such a man he was! When you and I
+  had our first long talks together, and you told me of the noble
+  deeds your father had done in behalf of the Jews, I couldn't help
+  loving you for his sake; and now you call me Jew! I _am_ a Jew.
+  Never forget that I am a Jew. I have married you; and when it is
+  known I shall have no standing among Jews. The orthodox will avoid
+  me as a pariah, and the mob of Jews will howl at me when I go into
+  the street. And I shall still be a Jew--proud of my race, proud of
+  its fortitude, of the great triumph which shall come to us Jews when
+  we have shaken off the material shell which hides our spirits, and
+  makes us no better and no worse than the Christians! No, no! You are
+  angry--you don't care what you say! You are angry--and you sneer at
+  my father. What do you know against my father's honesty?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  He is the father of a man who has married me and dares not proclaim
+  me.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Dares not! Dares not! Ah, you little know me if you think that!
+  Rosa, Rosa! Look here! My dear little girl, you are all wrong. We
+  have agreed on this point. It was yourself who said that we must not
+  tell of our marriage yet. [_ROSA sinks into a chair._] You said that
+  I must give my time to my music, until I had made a name--until
+  we could go forth on our own footing--not cast out of that
+  door--without a cent between us, to be reviled and hustled by the
+  mob. And I thought of my father--of his old age--of his pain. If he
+  _is_ wrong--if he _is_ what he should not be, he's still my
+  father----
+
+ROSA.
+
+  He called me a demon just now! He opened the door and was about to
+  bid me go from here. He said my father came out of hell. He called
+  me a vampire--he called me a snake----
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Oh--! Oh--! Rosa, poor little Rosa!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_Weeping._] I only want you to love me. I want to know it--to know
+  that they cannot, shall not take you from me! Tell me so, Rafael;
+  burn it into my heart, Rafael!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Yes, it must be burned into your heart, dear. Before to-night it
+  shall be. I love you! I dare anything for the sake of my love for
+  you!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Rafael!
+
+      [_Knock at the door. She rushes upstairs._
+
+  Rafael! But your father--[_knock_]--you mustn't tell him!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Hush! [_Exit ROSA. RAFAEL goes to the window; sees REBECCA._]
+  Rebecca! She knows that the old people will be at the synagogue at
+  this hour. What does she want here? A true daughter of her father,
+  and yet she has many virtues, I suppose! I wish she would take her
+  virtues and go home! I want to get at my music.
+
+    _Enter REBECCA._
+
+  Oh, some friend of Rosa, I suppose?
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  What--don't you know me? I am Rebecca--I used to know you once.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Oh, Rebecca--Abram's daughter, of course. Won't you----?
+
+      [_Points to a chair._
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  Not Abram's daughter, Rafael; Aaron's daughter. My father was here
+  only yesterday.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Oh, Aaron's daughter! Oh yes! Aaron was here only yesterday!
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  Yes.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  And now you are here.
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  Yes. He came to sell some wool.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Some wool? I thought it was a lamb he came to sell. Ah well! [_Motions
+  to chair._] Let us proceed to business.
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  But I did not come on business.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  We are quite alone.
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  From what your friends Samson and Daniel have just told me, I should
+  think not.
+
+      [_She examines the room._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  How do you like it?
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  [_Laughs._] Father said I ought to come and see Esther.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Oh, so your father--a thoughtful man; your father, a man of tact,
+  admirable tact!
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  You say such strange things!
+
+      [_A pause. She begins to struggle with a ring on her finger._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  [_Yawning._] Admirable tact!
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  This ring--it's so tight--it hurts my finger so! I took it from
+  Isaac's son one time--when we played that our fathers had engaged us
+  to marry. I don't suppose it was quite proper of me, was it, Rafael?
+  It was years ago--but--but--[_pulls_]--it doesn't come easily! [_She
+  stretches out her hand to him._] Don't you want to clear it away,
+  Rafael?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  [_Goes to the cupboard._] Just a moment.
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  [_With her hand still out._] Everybody out, Rafael?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  [_Bringing a plate._] There's not a Jew in the house.
+
+      [_He removes the ring easily, and gives it to her on the plate._
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  [_Vexed._] Your servant--that Christian person--I suppose she's
+  listening at that door?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  [_He sits on the table._] You might go up and see.
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  [_After hesitating, she runs up the stairs and opens the door._] Oh! I
+  don't believe there is any one in the house but us! I'm afraid to come
+  down!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  You needn't be!
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  You mustn't come up!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  They'll be home soon. Let us proceed to business.
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  [_Archly coming down one step._] Do you call it business?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  I can't say I do. I weigh 12 stone, Rebecca, and your father won't
+  give but 8000 guilders. That's--that's 666 guilders a stone; 14 into
+  666, that's only 45 guilders a pound! And----
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  No, it's over 47-1/2 guilders a pound.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  I am sure you are right--only 47-1/2 guilders a pound he'll give for
+  me. No, I can't say I call that business.
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  [_Coming down a step._] You don't seem to have much sentiment about
+  it, Rafael.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Ah, if it were only a matter of sentiment! [_She comes down two
+  steps._] But sentiment after business, Rebecca, after business. I
+  am 40 inches round the chest, Rebecca; and if my heart should swell
+  I should be doubtless 45. But at eight thousand guilders, Rebecca,
+  it doesn't swell!
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  But I--I don't like to talk this way, Rafael; it doesn't seem to me
+  quite--quite nice.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  That is your delicacy, Rebecca, your extreme delicacy. But we must not
+  mix delicacy with business, Rebecca. He sticks at eight thousand, and
+  not a thing, I suppose, in the way of dresses, finery, rigging----?
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  It's really most unpleasant to have to talk of such things. Of
+  course I shall have a dozen of everything; father has told me
+  so--when I am--when I--I can't say it! I really can't speak of it.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  That's your shrinking nature, Rebecca, your extreme sensitiveness!
+  H'm! How should a man's heart know which way to beat? On the one
+  side the daughter, with her delicacy, her shrinking nature; on the
+  other side the father, who sticks at eight thousand guilders! No;
+  at eight thousand I will not love you. It would not be dignified at
+  eight thousand!
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  [_Coming down the remaining steps._] But you don't suppose that if
+  my father were willing to give, say, ten thousand, he would begin at
+  more than eight thousand; not with _your_ father--now would he,
+  Rafael? But I think that nowadays, when young people are to be--when
+  they intend--they ought to have some sentiment for each other.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  H'm!
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  And, moreover, I think that young men should be more careful as to
+  how they let themselves be talked about--more careful than you are.
+  They call you an infidel, Rafael, and they say disagreeable things
+  about you and this impertinent servant of yours.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  They do! [_A pause._] Of course, if we were to contemplate
+  matrimony--you and I--such a matter would be very serious.
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  It certainly would.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  And so it's very fortunate, Rebecca, that we have been talking in a
+  kind of irony--you and I--over a matter which was never even
+  remotely possible! Isn't it?
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  [_After a pause._] Yes, _very_ fortunate. It would have been most
+  unfortunate for you if you had ever entertained the idea. If your
+  father or mine entertain it, we must speedily end that. Go on with
+  your scullerymaid; it's nothing to me.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  No, it's nothing to you, Rebecca! You and I don't want to marry, and
+  they are trying to chain us together against our wills! We must
+  fight them, Rebecca! We must put our backs against the wall! Your
+  father will whisper avarice to you. He'll bid you look around. "This
+  is thy neighbour's house," he'll say. "It will all be Rafael's;
+  see--see--treasure, value, gain; see the jewels there, the gold and
+  silver, the rich laces and old articles of art--all his, my
+  girl--and his father will die soon! He'll die of joy if he gets
+  eight thousand guilders with his daughter-in-law. And then it will
+  be all yours--yours and Rafael's; yours to hug and wrap your soul
+  around, my girl; all--all, from the last atom of diamond dust in
+  the cases there, to the rust on the nail in the latch on the door
+  that keeps away the moans of the starving!"
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  But do you think----?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  But you won't be betrayed by an old man's lust for gold. No! You'll
+  say: "Father, I have a heart; I will not give myself to one I do not
+  love, to soothe your itching palm!" You'll look well saying that,
+  Rebecca! You'll stand and face him in the dignity of truth! You'll
+  be defending the next generation against the crawling viper of
+  greed! I'd like to be there! I'd like to see the flash in your eyes;
+  even now you cannot think of it without fire in your look! I see the
+  anger of righteousness; I cannot too deeply express my respect,
+  Rebecca!
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  Do you think I don't know what you mean? You think I want to marry
+  you--to get you away from this vile creature--this unthinkable
+  person who----
+
+    _Enter ROSA._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Will you be so good as to say no more about Rosa! If a man--[_He
+  checks himself._] Let me tell you what she is to me----
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Rafael, Rafael!
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  Oh! She calls you Rafael! She was listening all the time! What they
+  say is true: you thrust your shameful doings in my face! I shall
+  tell my father--I shall tell everyone; they will stone you from the
+  Ghetto! You tried to make a fool of me; and you--you----
+
+      [_She bursts into tears. Exit._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  And now I'm going to break my poor old father's heart. I am going to
+  tell him that you and I were married by the Civil Authority beyond
+  the Ghetto, that we are one and indivisible. Poor old man! I am not
+  without love for my father, you know. He will think that I am lost
+  for ever; he will turn me away from his door with a curse on his
+  lips; and then, when we are gone, he'll sink down in his chair and
+  weep; a broken life, an old age come to nothing! And he may die at
+  any moment--it may kill him--and he _might_ have died and never have
+  known it.
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Rafael, I can't be the cause of his death! Don't tell him, Rafael! I
+  will try to live on--as we are.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Live on as we are, with this doubt in your heart? You have said I
+  dared not face poverty for your sake. Such a doubt must be killed at
+  any cost. I won't have it coming back to you to mar your faith in me
+  in after years. No; there's no question of my not telling him;
+  there's only the question of how to tell him.
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Rafael, I would rather you wouldn't! I have been selfish; I forgot
+  about your father; I forgot about your music.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  My father will probably speak first of Rebecca. I shall say: "No,
+  father, I will marry no woman I do not love." Then that will be
+  settled; my father will let the matter drop. Then I shall tell him
+  about you. Either he will be violent or he will ask me a few
+  questions between his teeth, such as: "How much money have you?"
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Nothing!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Or, "What vocation are you master of?"
+
+ROSA.
+
+  The music--if he could only hear----!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  My father is as deaf to my art as he is blind. "Are you master of an
+  art, when it will not yield you bread?" he will say.
+
+ROSA.
+
+  But it will yield you bread, if you will but wait, Rafael!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  I was very happy when I came through that door. I saw Hanakoff this
+  morning. He is going to play my Fantasia to-night, Rosa, before the
+  aristocracy; he is going to let me lead his orchestra! And in a
+  month he would have played my Symphony!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Would have! Why not, then?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Why not? It won't be possible, Rosa.
+
+ROSA.
+
+  It must be possible! Why not? Why not?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Well, because the Symphony isn't finished, and in the time when I
+  thought to finish it I shall be working with my hands to keep us
+  from starving--if a man can keep from starving by working with his
+  hands!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Rafael, you shall not tell your father! You shall not sacrifice your
+  career to me. I wounded you too deeply. I didn't mean what I said--I
+  didn't realise what I was doing. See, dear, we must wait for the
+  Symphony. You must go on with your work--you must have peace--you
+  must know that I love you--that I cannot doubt you! Don't you feel
+  that the music will succeed?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  It must succeed! It's beautiful. My God, I know it's beautiful!
+  Because it is you, Rosa, shining through my art, lifting up my
+  spirit till I can't call the work mine. It comes from you and from
+  God!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Then, against my will, will you put me between God and the message
+  he sends to the world through you? No!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  I must accept the challenge you have made. I am a musician; but I'm
+  a man first!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  But--but I----      [_She weeps._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Don't--don't! And this is the day I had looked forward to for so
+  many weary months; my music has found a great man who believes in
+  it, and on that day my spirit is sunken within me; I am waiting to
+  give my father a blow that may kill him, and the woman I love so
+  tenderly is sobbing her foolish little heart out on my knee!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_Springing up._] Not now! I have stopped sobbing--the tears have
+  cleared my eyes--I see better than you! I will not have you magnify
+  the doubt I threw into my angry words. There was no doubt; I spoke
+  falsely. Have I not given you my life? I should not dare to doubt
+  you! There are things that must not, shall not be done. We are going
+  to pass through a fire of hatred, scorn, ridicule. We _must_ have
+  success, we _must_ triumph, and we must protect your father from
+  harm. Go! Tell your father you cannot marry Rebecca; tell him he
+  must not think of that. Lead him home, speak kind words to him, but
+  don't tell him of me. And then go to work on your Symphony. You say
+  I inspired it. You touch my vanity. I want to inspire it to the end!
+  Don't mind me, don't think of me. Work, work, and only let me once
+  in a while come softly, silently, and----
+
+      [_She kisses his hand._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Rosa! Rosa! How you tempt me! I want to do what is right. I can't
+  tell which it is, but the child of my soul is coming forth into the
+  world, and your kiss is so like a mother's kiss--it seems to bid me
+  be gentle to my child--not to kill it before it is born. Oh, how I
+  love my music--love it because it lets me express my love for you! I
+  say the world shall never forget how I loved you when my music goes
+  down to history! Rosa, Rosa, can you wait--can you trust me?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_Joyfully._] You are going to grant my prayer--you're going to
+  wait--wait! I'm so glad--I'm so glad!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Unless they force me to it, I'll wait. I must go and find my father;
+  it's late already. And then to the Symphony! Ah, you--you are my
+  Symphony--it cannot fail! We must have success--and then let the
+  Ghetto do what it can! I ought to be back in an hour. Will you steal
+  a moment to let me tell you how things stand?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Yes! yes! Good-bye! good-bye! Remember, there is no Rosa--she does
+  not exist!
+
+      [_RAFAEL shakes his head laughingly; kisses her. Exit. She stands
+        smiling and happy._
+
+A VOICE WITHOUT.
+
+  That was the man; he's going to marry a Christian!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Oh!
+
+ANOTHER VOICE.
+
+  He's going to marry the Christian servant in his father's house!
+
+VARIOUS VOICES.
+
+  Oh! Shame! shame! [_ROSA runs to the window._] Oh! Oh!
+
+THE SECOND VOICE.
+
+  It's a sacrilege! He's an infidel!
+
+THE THIRD VOICE.
+
+  He's a dog!      [_Mingled cries of "Yes, yes!"_
+
+ROSA.
+
+  What will they do? That girl! that girl! she has told them!
+
+THE FIRST VOICE.
+
+  Shall he do this in our teeth and not suffer?
+
+VARIOUS VOICES.
+
+  No, no!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Ah! they'll stone him! Ah! O God, it might be the last time he ever
+  touched my lips!
+
+A WOMAN'S VOICE.
+
+  Stone him! Stone him! He mocks our God!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Ah, Rafael! What shall I do?
+
+VARIOUS VOICES.
+
+  He does! He's a dog! He insults us all! Out of the Ghetto with him!
+  Come on!
+
+      [_A number of rough men and women charge along the street, and are
+        seen through the window, repeating their cries, which then begin
+        to diminish in the distance._
+
+ROSA.
+
+  It has come! He's alone--he'll face them--he will not yield an inch!
+  [_A rising yell of the mob is heard._] Rafael! No, he shall not be
+  alone! No! No!
+
+      [_She opens the door. A yell from the mob farther in the distance;
+        she locks the door and runs off past the window. A still more
+        distant yell from the mob dying away._
+
+END OF THE SECOND ACT.
+
+
+
+
+THE THIRD ACT
+
+  SCENE: _A street. At the right the entrance to the synagogue, with
+    steps and a portico. At the left the house of AARON, before which
+    are some chairs, in the shade of an awning. Some trees and shrubs
+    give a grateful contrast to the surroundings of SACHEL'S house, seen
+    in ACT I._
+
+  _The final chant of a Jewish service is heard within the synagogue.
+    Enter REBECCA, flushed from her interview with RAFAEL, as the chant
+    ends, and among others, AARON comes out of the synagogue._
+
+
+AARON.
+
+  Ah, you've come back! Did you find Esther at home?
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  No; you knew she would not be at home!
+
+AARON.
+
+  Eh! After you had gone, my dear, there I saw her, going into the
+  synagogue.
+
+    _Enter ROSA; she looks about anxiously._
+
+  Well, how did you--how did you get on?
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  [_Angrily, seeing ROSA._] I----
+
+AARON.
+
+  [_Seeing ROSA._] 'Sh! It's all arranged, my girl! You wanted him; now
+  you have him. Are you happy?
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  [_Her eyes on ROSA, with growing malevolence._] Yes.
+
+AARON.
+
+  Go in. Rafael is coming here, and the Rabbi--a quiet talk. Make
+  yourself look well; the boy's a little high-strung, you know.
+  By-and-by we will go out by the shop door; we will come round this
+  way and join them. We must use tact. Will you come in?
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  [_Still facing ROSA._] In a moment.      [_Exit AARON._
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_Overcoming a reluctance._] Have you seen Rafael?
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  He's not here. [_Malignantly._] He went home again.
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Do you speak the truth?
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  If I spoke all the truth I know you would not stay to hear it!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  All the truth you know would not take long to tell!      [_Exit._
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  She hates me! She shall hate me more!
+
+      [_Exit into the house._
+
+    _Enter SACHEL and ESTHER from the synagogue; she looks about._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  You do not see him?
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Not yet.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  He won't come; he suspects that the Rabbi will try to influence him.
+
+    _Enter SAMSON and DANIEL._
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  He said he would walk home with us. Good afternoon, have you seen
+  Rafael?
+
+DANIEL.
+
+  Good afternoon. [_To SAMSON._] _Have_ we seen Rafael!
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  Is he looking for us?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  He might be; he does not care what vagabond he goes with.
+
+DANIEL.
+
+  It is true! For I hear he is about to turn Christian and marry his
+  father's maid-servant!
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  And any one who dislikes it is to be thrown out of the house--even if
+  it be his father! Daniel, shall we stay to meet such a person?
+
+DANIEL.
+
+  I scorn the interview!      [_Exeunt._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  You are rascals and liars! [_To ESTHER._] They speak the truth! It
+  is Rosa who has turned my son against me!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Oh, be still! Here comes the Rabbi!
+
+    _Enter THE RABBI, with a father, a mother, and their son, who seems
+      subdued, as if after an exhortation by THE RABBI. THE RABBI
+      dismisses them blandly._
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  That boy came as stubborn as a donkey, but a little touch of
+  sympathy, enough concession to soothe his pride, a little tact
+  withal, and he departs as meek as a lamb.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  But Rafael is my son, and you cannot twist him about your finger. He
+  has no heart; he treats me like a dog. They say he is foul of my
+  maid-servant. If it's true----
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  'Sh! 'sh! Scandalous! Are you every gossip's plaything? Come!
+  Violence, violence--we shall do nothing with violence. Rafael is
+  young, short-sighted and stubborn; but he's a good fellow at heart.
+  We must handle him delicately, like a big trout. You leave him to
+  me, and he will stay at home and marry Aaron's daughter, willingly.
+
+      [_They sit in front of AARON'S house._
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Now what did I tell you, you silly old man!
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  Silly old man! Not at all. An affectionate father, deeply troubled
+  about his only child--sorely vexed because too many things have gone
+  wrong at once! Would you have him sit still and not open his month?
+  Oh no, Sachel is not the man to let things take care of themselves!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  It is true! What does she know about the feelings of a parent? Ah, I
+  would mould things now, Rabbi, but times have changed. Once, as it
+  is written in the Books of Moses, a son must obey his father, or he
+  would be stoned to the gates of the city! That was right!
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  It was right then; but, as you so very rightly observe, Sachel,
+  times have changed; and when one throws stones now, one must pay for
+  the windows. So, instead of stoning Rafael, we shall marry him to
+  Rebecca; and in time you shall be the grandfather of a boy; a boy, I
+  say! Ha, ha, ha! You don't laugh enough, Sachel!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I cannot laugh! I tell you there is a serpent in my house. This
+  girl--this Rosa, I could swear that she----
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  Shame! shame! I won't hear about it! It was for you that I was
+  preaching, but you do not listen when you come to synagogue. Of
+  course, you were thinking about Rafael. You leave him to me. He
+  shall marry Rebecca, do you hear? In such matters as this you are a
+  child!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  He shall do my bidding, or he shall go in rags! 'Sh!
+
+      [_They all listen. Enter RAFAEL, with his hand bound up carelessly
+        in a handkerchief._
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  Why, it's Rafael! What an unexpected pleasure!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  It _is_ a long time since I have seen you.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Daniel and Samson are liars! But if it were true, I would----
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  Tut, tut! What's the matter? Mumbling about business matters on the
+  Sabbath! Well, well, how you've shot up since--since----
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Since last I came to the synagogue I have had time to grow.
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  I pass that over. I don't look upon you as gone astray. You are
+  seeking for the light, and when you find it, whether you think so
+  now or not, you will find it there! [_Indicating the synagogue._]
+  Just as when you find happiness you will find it here.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  In the house of Aaron?
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  With your father, and at home, under the roof where your mother
+  lived. Ah! what a fine career is open to you in following out your
+  father's business! It isn't every boy who has such opportunities!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Business! You in your synagogue--you ought to be the enemy of
+  business. You ought to preach it to our people without end that
+  their life of morning, noon, and night, and not a breath drawn but
+  for sake of gain, is a sickly mockery of life, and that it is
+  against the law of Moses!
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  Another prophet! Business, gain, contrary to the laws of Moses! Go
+  on, my boy! Let us have the sermon you would preach! Ha, ha! Go on!
+  Now I shall learn something.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Have I not read in the Book of Moses how the people divided the
+  soil, and there was no one who had more than another; and there was
+  no grinding of the poor, and there was never any selling of lands:
+  "For mine is the soil, and you are but strangers unto Me!" And
+  among them was not business despised? How did Jacob speak of
+  Issachar?
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  Bravo! "A strong ass," eh? Ha, ha, ha! You've been deep in the
+  Pentateuch. Where will you find such inspirations in any other
+  Sacred Book? But you should read them under guidance, you foolish
+  boy!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Under guidance! There is a guidance born in me that takes me where I
+  am, and I do not fear! It is a guidance that lives to-day; it is not
+  a guidance dug from the bones of a dead people of the dim past! I
+  know. You are going to say that Solomon did business, that David did
+  business. I don't care if they did! And you tell me that I skim the
+  surface, that I miss the spirit of the Jewish faith; and I tell you
+  that it is this spirit that my soul revolts against--the spirit that
+  holds our people in chains--the chains of the Ghetto!
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  Ghetto! There is no Ghetto! We do not live in Ghettos now, my boy!
+  Preposterous!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  And now _you_ are skimming the surface, and _you_ will not see the
+  truth that underlies! You say there is no Ghetto! Could I ever play
+  with any but another Jew when I was a child? Could I ever eat with a
+  Christian? Was I ever taught by any but a Jew? No, you have taught
+  me to despise the Christians!
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  They persecuted us for ages; they have not taught us to admire them.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  They have ceased to persecute us, they have taken down the stones of
+  the Ghetto walls, but still we are taught to despise them; still we
+  try to think ourselves the chosen people. We set ourselves as a race
+  against them and the universal brotherhood of man. This is the proof
+  of it: _our women we marry, theirs we pay!_
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  That is not true; it's a shameful calumny!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  I can pick you ten young men to prove it--out of those that heard
+  you preach to-day!
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  How dare you say such a thing! Are you a Jew no longer? Am I
+  speaking to a Christian?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  You are speaking to a Jew who claims to-day and to-morrow as his
+  own--not yesterday! A Jew who believes that it shall not be asked if
+  a man worship in a synagogue or in a cathedral, in a chapel or in a
+  mosque, or in silence and solitude under God's own dome! And the
+  falsehood you have brought me up by; our hatred and our bigotry
+  which keeps us away from them, our cursed earthiness which keeps
+  them away from us--I loathe it all--I hate it--I will fight it as
+  long as I live! I am a Jew--a Jew of to-day and to-morrow; and every
+  man whom God created in his image is my brother!
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  The boy's gone daft! Daft!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  No, not that; he's been poisoned--poisoned by this damned creature in
+  my house! She's his----
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  Be still! I lost my self-control--set me a better example. I--I--it
+  is many years--indeed, I may say I have never listened to such a
+  tirade! Let me tell you, you will live to regret what you have said
+  here in the very shadow of the synagogue. I will not treat it
+  seriously; I cannot! That you--a mere boy who has gobbled a bit here
+  and a bit there from the Book of Law, should have the monstrous
+  effrontery to--to----
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Father, are you ready to walk home now?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I--I am not rested yet.      [_He pokes THE RABBI._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  From the sermon?
+
+    _Enter two rough fellows, supporting another, who has a swollen eye;
+      they stand at a distance, with sinister looks at RAFAEL._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Ha, ha! [_Pokes THE RABBI._] You don't laugh enough!
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  As I was about to say, when I was interrupted, you have said that
+  Rafael wants to go away. Then let him go! When he comes back he'll
+  have a different view of his people. Do you fear he won't come back;
+  not come back to his home--to his blind old father? You are foolish,
+  Sachel! Drive him away, and he'll find that there is no home in the
+  world like a Jewish home--that a clock ticks nowhere in the world as
+  it does by one's own hearth. Ah, the Christians don't know what
+  family life is; they have nothing to compare with ours. It is
+  because we stay by one another, because we are sober and temperate
+  and industrious and respectful of our elders!
+
+      [_RAFAEL goes up, faces the three men at the back; they slink off.
+        He returns, showing a new determination in his face._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  He ought to marry; then he would appreciate that.
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  Marry? Who spoke of marrying? He doesn't want to marry yet; I
+  wouldn't have him marry yet. Don't try to hurry Rafael; he's not the
+  fellow to stand it. My dear friends, when the time comes, and a
+  strong, fine-looking young fellow makes up his mind that----
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  It is a good idea. I have been thinking of marriage all day.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Eh, you have? Now what sort of thoughts did you have? I suppose you
+  thought I would object, eh?
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  But he doesn't know any girls. He never looks at them!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  I know one.
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Indeed! And whom, pray?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Aaron's daughter--Rebecca. Do you know her?
+
+      [_SACHEL nudges THE RABBI._
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  This is where she lives; and she came to see us yesterday, with her
+  father.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Indeed! What did he come for?
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  To sell some wool! She's a fine girl, I should say.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  A delicate person--a retiring person--a shrinking person!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Oh, not too much so.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  [_As if disappointed._] Then you think she is not so sensitive a
+  creature?
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Well, I should say she _was_ perhaps rather sensitive.
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  Shrinking, I should say.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Shrinking; she is shrinking, I should say!      [_A pause._
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Well----
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  And----
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  And did----?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+   Eh? Rain--rain? Oh no!
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  Speaking of Rebecca reminds me, and I will tell you an anecdote----
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Curious coincidence that, just as my mind was full of thoughts of love
+  and matrimony, in should burst this same Rebecca!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Eh? eh?      [_He nudges THE RABBI._
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  Curious? Not at all! Beauty, health, cleverness--the idea is in the
+  air, wherever she goes. If I were a young man--but such matters are
+  not for my concern until they are brought to the synagogue--I
+  should----
+
+      [_REBECCA appears at the window of AARON'S house._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  True, Rabbi, true! And you do wisely not to meddle with them. Do you
+  know there was a faint suggestion in the air--like the subtle odour
+  of some tender flower--that possibly Rebecca would not be averse to
+  marrying me!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Well, well, well! Hee, hee!      [_He nudges THE RABBI._
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Dear me; love at first sight!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Not at first sight; we have had previous interviews----
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Eh? eh? The rascal!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  ----about fourteen years ago. And now we have met again, and I
+  thought she would be willing to marry me, but being so shrinking a
+  creature, like--what shall I say--like a snail withdrawing into its
+  shell----      [_REBECCA draws back in pain._
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  [_Mildly deprecating._] Oh!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  She would not say so in as many words.
+
+      [_REBECCA looks out again._
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  I am sorry for the poor girl; for, if the truth be told--But, there,
+  you are not serious about anything!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Why do you say "poor girl" when she would bring----
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  But Rafael doesn't look to dowries; he has a romantic turn. The fact
+  that she would bring five or six thousand guilders----
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Ten thousand guilders!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Ten thousand guilders! [_In irony._] H'm! But--Oh, well, I'm not a
+  very keen observer, Rabbi; it is probable that Rebecca never----
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  On the contrary. For, speaking of that very matter, which, of course,
+  is no affair of mine, she----
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Quite true, quite true! What did you say, aunt?
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Eh? Oh, I was going to say that she begged your photograph of me
+  yesterday, and when it dropped into the canal she was almost ready to
+  cry.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  H'm! But it was careless of her to drop me into that nasty canal!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  It blew in; there came a great gust of wind.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  The wind must have been Aaron, disputing the value of his wool!
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  Good! Good! Ha, ha, ha! He has a mind; he will not let his heart run
+  away with his head!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  And so Rebecca----H'm! But I shall not let my heart run away with my
+  purse. I should hold my hot young blood in bounds!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Not always! Not always! A young man must have his day!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  But is she well? Is she sound? One cannot be too cautious. I knew of
+  a girl who seemed as strong as a green peach on a tree; and she had
+  not been two days married when, what do you think? Why, she died!
+  She knew she was going to die, but she never told him! That's awful,
+  awful! Oh! Oh! I could not stand a thing like that! [_THE RABBI
+  rises to look at RAFAEL'S face._] I have a soul, Rabbi, I know,
+  because you taught me so, and a deception like that--it would kill
+  my love.
+
+      [_REBECCA draws in, distressed._
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  Are you serious?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Am I serious? He asks me if I am serious! But that was not Rebecca.
+  You think Rebecca is----
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  She's as honest as her father!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Ah! Two of them, as honest as each other! [_THE RABBI has growing
+  appreciation of the irony._] H'm! But a good housewife? A good
+  needlewoman? Sharp over the counter? My father has not slaved to
+  feed the idleness of another man's daughter!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  I'll answer for that. I thought I could bake cakes, but she's coming
+  to-morrow to teach me how! You never tasted such cakes!
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  Indeed, I believe I have heard them spoken of.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  [_Who has been musing._] Eh--cakes? You cannot expect a girl to know
+  everything. Anyway, she's coming to-morrow; and Esther is going to----
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Esther is going to learn from her. Excellent!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Eh? [_He is nudged by ESTHER._] Yes, yes!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Good, good! I half suspect that--that you look with favour on
+  Rebecca. We--we had considerable conversation this morning, we
+  talked of money--and love--and----
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  They talked of love! Now, what did you say of love?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  And we talked of money--and of children--and of--money.
+
+      [_ESTHER looks at THE RABBI; she also now in dawning suspicion of
+        RAFAEL'S irony._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Ha, ha! They talked of love and children! Of love and children! We
+  must have some wine, Rafael--this is the house of a friend. Esther,
+  you go and fetch it. Now what----
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  They charge two prices at that place around the corner.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I say we will have some wine! Some good wine! Go!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Very well; it is a season of denial with us.
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  But the extreme heat! [_Whispers._] Get some from my house.
+
+      [_Exit ESTHER._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  H'm! They talked of children and love! And what did you say about
+  children, my boy? Ah, they are beautiful things; though I could not
+  see one, I could fondle it! What about children, my boy?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  We said that they should each have two cradles; one with a soft
+  pillow of burnt wool and one with a hard pillow of burnt cotton, so
+  that they should learn the difference before they were old enough to
+  tell the sun from a silver coin.
+
+      [_An angry gesture from THE RABBI._
+
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Eh, what--H'm! Yes, yes, but later--later would do as well. And
+  about love, Rafael; what did she say about love?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Oh, she is a shrinking creature--as shrinking as wool unmixed with
+  cotton! And, at first, she would not talk of love, but at length she
+  said that when she was married she expected to have a dozen----
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  A dozen! That's too large a family in such times as these!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  A dozen of everything.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Ah yes--a dozen of everything, Rafael; a dozen of the finest. Her
+  father has told me so.
+
+    _Enter ESTHER, followed by a servant with glasses of wine on a
+      tray._
+
+  And a dowry of ten thousand guilders! What do you think of that, my
+  boy? The wine--here! I shall propose a toast! [_He takes a glass and
+  gives glasses to the others; ESTHER and THE RABBI take theirs
+  unwillingly._] Here! Here!
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  [_Holding his glass toward RAFAEL._] I suggest a toast to an open
+  heart--to a tongue that leads no man astray!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Hear! The Rabbi suggests that--with _his_ tongue! I'll drink that
+  toast with _you_, Rabbi!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  It is my wine! I am proposing the toast! I----
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  [_To SACHEL._] You had better drink in silence, and go home. You are
+  deceiving yourself: you know not where you stand!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  What! What does he mean, father? Am I deceiving myself? Are you not
+  planning to marry me to Rebecca? Do you fear, then, that I have
+  fallen in love with her? Is she not an honest girl--a shrinking
+  girl--a girl as good as Father Aaron?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Yes, and better!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Will she not bring me a dozen of everything, and ten thousand
+  guilders? Could man ask more? What's wrong here? Why do they not
+  raise their glasses?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Because they will not let me manage my own affairs! He is my son,
+  not yours! It is my wine, not yours! Drink, then, drink to Rebecca,
+  the richest girl in the Ghetto, a beautiful young girl, a marvellous
+  young girl----
+
+      [_ESTHER turns appealingly to THE RABBI; both look on in distress
+        and perplexity._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  But they do not raise their glasses, father; they will not drink,
+  father! Why? Do they see handwriting on the wall? Do they think I
+  have forsaken my race? Do they think I have given my heart and soul
+  to the heart and soul of another? Why do they not raise their
+  glasses?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Let them throw it on the ground if they will! Every one tries to
+  thwart me, every one but you; but they shall not! I am Sachel! Drink
+  with me! Drink to Rebecca, your wife, Rafael! For this day I have
+  seen Aaron; I have sat with him--yesterday and to-day I have sat
+  with him! I have laboured with him, my boy; your father was not
+  wanting! He would have squirmed into my house with eight thousand;
+  but I raised him! I raised him two thousand, my boy! We have agreed,
+  agreed! She is yours, Rafael--yours! To Rebecca, my daughter-in-law!
+  Now will you drink--will you clink your glasses? [_He reaches about;
+  no one clinks; RAFAEL turns away and pours his wine on the ground._]
+  Where are you? I'm all alone! What's the matter? What's the matter?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  They have not touched their glasses, father! They stand staring at
+  you, without words!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Sachel, come home!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  What do you mean? You fools, what do I care what you mean! He's
+  going to stay at home and be my boy, my comfort, my staff in my old
+  age; he's going to marry Rebecca! Rafael and Rebecca! Rafael and
+  Rebecca! Does it not sound beautiful--beautiful!
+
+    _Enter AARON by way of the street, dragging REBECCA by the hand;
+      she holds back in deep mortification._
+
+AARON.
+
+  Ha, ha! It does! It does!
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  Father!
+
+AARON.
+
+  Don't be afraid, my girl. [_To the others._] I suspected what you
+  were doing! Rafael--[_effusively_]--since the day she was born I've
+  had an eye on you! Eh, what's the matter? Why are you all so glum?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  [_He goes to the table and gets a glass, then back._] On this solemn
+  occasion, sir, I was about to propose a toast.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Yes.
+
+AARON.
+
+  [_Goes to table._] We'll drink it here.
+
+      [_He offers the glass to REBECCA._
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  I don't want to drink, father; I want to go in, father!
+
+AARON.
+
+  Bosh! What are you afraid of? Speak on, my boy!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Yes, speak on, and speak your soul to them! They need not think to
+  thwart this marriage! Let them beware!
+
+AARON.
+
+  [_Surprised._] What's this about?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  It's about my soul--my soul that leaps its bounds at last--my soul
+  that speaks from the heart of a man! [_A passer-by at the back stops
+  to listen._] My soul that dwelt in the wilderness--a rumbling,
+  roaring, raging, lying, sweating wilderness of traffic in the things
+  of earth--my soul in the wilderness crying in vain, in vain, for the
+  love of another soul like mine. Is it not so, Rebecca?
+
+AARON.
+
+  Hear, hear!
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  Let me go, father!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Let _me_ go, father; let _me_ go! I would not be slain on the altar,
+  father! The knife is in my flesh! This is the blood of my heart! O
+  God, crieth my soul in vain? Where--where is the angel that shall
+  stay my father's hand?
+
+      [_A crowd slowly gathers._
+
+AARON.
+
+  Masterly! Masterly! Here she is! What an auctioneer he would make!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  What an auctioneer I should make! Ah! [_He runs and stands on the
+  synagogue steps._] My father bids me sell my soul! Shall I sell it
+  cheap--my soul and my heart's blood? Shall it be knocked down to the
+  solitary thirsty first who bids? I, to whom the stench of avarice is
+  the breath of morning and night--I, who have seen a man sell his
+  soul on the scales----
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  What does he mean by that?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  I--to be knocked down for two pink lips and a banknote! See--my red
+  heart's blood! See--see--see! And you would have me sell it for ten
+  thousand pieces of silver! And I say no! no! no!
+
+AARON.
+
+  He wants more! Oh! I will not give it, do you hear? It is an insult
+  to ask more--an insult to my daughter!
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  Father, come away!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Sachel, come home!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Let me be! What does he want? What does he mean?
+
+AARON.
+
+  Ha, ha! he wants more!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  I want more! The sale shall be public! [_The crowd thickens._] I
+  will have my price. Who bids more? Who bids? What do you bid, my
+  girl?
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  Nothing--nothing--I----      [_Exit._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  She bids all she has, and yet I will not take it! More--more--who
+  bids me more?
+
+AARON.
+
+  Ha, ha! ten million guilders, idiot!
+
+    _Enter ROSA, at the back._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  He bids ten million guilders, and that is still too small. You bid
+  nothing but money, money; have you nothing else? Who comes? Who
+  bids? Who bids? See, see--[_He points to ROSA, who has worked
+  forward, pressed by the crowd._] Another bidder! Another bidder! The
+  angel--the angel come to stay my father's hand!
+
+      [_ESTHER and others turn fiercely on ROSA._
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_Panic-stricken, pressed by the crowd._] Rafael! Rafael!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  It's Rosa! It's Rosa!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Rosa, Rosa, what do you bid? They bid money, nothing but money; and
+  you--you----
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_Wringing her hands._] Rafael!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  She calls him Rafael! A curse! A damning curse!
+
+      [_The crowd murmurs._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Silence! It is my blood we are drinking! It is my soul we are
+  selling! [_To AARON._] And you bid more than all you have, and yet
+  it will not do; and you, Rosa, angel--angel--for my heart--for my
+  soul--bid, bid!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  For your heart--my heart! For your soul--my soul!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Ha, ha! Going! Going!
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  Going the way of the profligate--to the damned!
+
+      [_Exit into the synagogue, closing the doors._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Gone to the highest bidder! She has been my wife for months!
+  [_SACHEL sinks into a chair; hisses and groans from the crowd._] Now
+  let the Ghetto damn me if it can!
+
+ONE OF THE CROWD.
+
+  She's a Christian!
+
+      [_The crowd surround RAFAEL, who holds them at bay._]
+
+END OF THE THIRD ACT.
+
+
+
+
+THE FOURTH ACT
+
+  SCENE: _The same as ACT I. It is seven days later. AARON discovered
+    at the door; he holds some letters in his hand._
+
+
+AARON.
+
+  I had rather talk to you here.
+
+    _Enter SACHEL, pale, bowed and trembling; the two sit on a bench
+      at the right._
+
+  Then it is true that you have not heard from Rafael for a week? What
+  happened that day, after the officers had dispersed the crowd?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  [_With a sob, then restraining his emotions._] He brought her back
+  here to get the few things that belong to her. He said that as soon
+  as he had done with Hanakoff he would come and get her. Then he went
+  away. He said he would be back in the morning; and he has been gone
+  a week! My God, it was I who made him so anxious to leave--it is the
+  judgment of the Almighty upon my sins!
+
+AARON.
+
+  [_Calculatingly, as he looks at the letters in his hand._] Oh, he's
+  your son; I fancy if he got in the vicinity of harm, he saw it
+  before it saw him! And the girl, why do you let her stay here?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  The Rabbi! The Rabbi came here and made me promise to keep the girl
+  until Rafael could find a home for her. I thought it would be the
+  next day; I promised. The Rabbi said he repented the strong words he
+  had uttered when he slammed the door of the synagogue. H'm! The
+  Rabbi is not much better than you, or at least, than me! The only
+  difference is that the Rabbi is always repenting! If Rafael would
+  only come back, I'd let him keep the girl here for ever--what do I
+  care! I want my son--the only thing I live for!
+
+AARON.
+
+  But doesn't the girl know where he is?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  No, no. Esther kept telling me that Rosa has had no word from
+  Rafael. I would not believe it; and this morning I took hold of her;
+  I cursed her up and down for not telling me where he was. She said
+  if she knew where he was she would walk to him, if it was a thousand
+  miles, rather than stay another night under my roof. Then, for the
+  third time this week, she had a fit of hysterics--I never heard such
+  sobs in all my life! When she quieted down she went up and put on
+  the rags she first came here in; and since then she has refused to
+  take food from us; she won't enter the house; she is wandering about
+  here somewhere now. I don't know; though she be a Christian and a
+  pauper, I suppose I'll have to accept her for my daughter-in-law, if
+  he'll only come!
+
+AARON.
+
+  She, that broke up your home and took your son away from the finest
+  young woman in the Ghetto? She, that robbed him of his faith and
+  brought him to a pass where every one is saying that he has run away
+  rather than face the consequences of his acts? H'm!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  What am I going to do? If he's dead, I _will_ keep her! Isn't she
+  the only one in the world whose sorrow will approach mine?
+
+AARON.
+
+  But if he is not dead? If he comes back? [_Circumspectly makes as if
+  to open one of the letters._] Look here--
+
+      [_Enter the RABBI; AARON hastily puts away the letters._
+
+  Oh, the Rabbi! [_Whispers._] We must get rid of him. I want to talk
+  to you.
+
+RABBI.
+
+  Good evening! How is that girl? Is she still crying her eyes out? It's
+  pitiful! It is dangerous! I must see her!      [_AARON nudges SACHEL._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  She's all right. I have not heard her stir since she went to bed.
+
+RABBI.
+
+   Oh, she's gone to bed--good! Sachel, Rafael had my promise to
+   protect that girl; and I will protect her. Last Saturday we were all
+   overwrought; we were taken by surprise. But now that we all realise
+   it, it comes to this: Rafael has married a Christian girl; she knows
+   what an affront this is to the religion in which Rafael was reared,
+   and to which inevitably he must return his full devotion when he
+   grows an older and wiser man. Now there is but one remedy: Rosa must
+   become a Jewess. Not to-night or to-morrow; but she must be
+   influenced to open her heart to the faith of her husband; and she
+   must be urged to welcome a future day when she shall enter the
+   synagogue and come forth from there with all the hatred, all the
+   revulsion which she has seen in our faces to-day, buried for ever!
+   Teach her to be thankful that this is Holland, where a Christian
+   _may_ become a Jewess.
+
+AARON.
+
+  Rabbi, your sentiments are worthy of your calling. Sachel and I have
+  been talking; we both regret our bitter words of that day. Sachel
+  has become reconciled--as much as any Jew could. And, to tell the
+  truth, we had gone so far as to dismiss the subject and to devote
+  ourselves to a very important matter of business which had to go
+  over from Friday.
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  I see--I see! I am very glad, then! We must make Rosa understand the
+  things that are glorious in our religion; the inspirations that have
+  sustained us through centuries of the bitterest persecution that
+  men have ever known. And she must believe that we shall cling to
+  them until that supreme day when Jerusalem is peopled anew with the
+  race which God has chosen for His own. Is it not so?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Yes, yes! And we'll walk a little way with you. Then, Aaron, you can
+  come back, and we can go on with that business.
+
+      [_They go up: THE RABBI stops at the bridge._
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  Very well; but you will treat the young girl tenderly, my friends?
+  Look here; you and Esther and Rafael bring her to my house some
+  night when there will be no one else there. We'll let her feel the
+  warmth of our hearts, as if she were already a Jewess. We will show
+  her what the inner life of the Jews is; the life that the Christians
+  have no conception of. And so we will work upon her better nature;
+  but--yes, yes, I see you are busy. You are not worrying about
+  Rafael, then?
+
+AARON.
+
+  Oh, he'll be all right. I'm sure of it.
+
+      [_They start off over the bridge._
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  I'm glad to see you here, Aaron. It does you credit to forget your
+  disappointments!      [_Exeunt._
+
+    _A bell tolls ten o'clock. Enter ROSA. Her pallor and the tremor
+      of her voice show the effects of intense emotional strain._
+
+ROSA.
+
+  The very hour that he went away, and seven days are gone! Seven
+  days--and he stood here and took me in his arms!
+  Oh!--[_turning_]--you who cry after me that Rafael has deserted his
+  Christian mistress; it is because you never knew the love of
+  anything but money! You look down--always down! But the same clear
+  sky was over our heads when he kissed me here, and we looked up to
+  it and thanked God, who made us dare to lead our life in open truth
+  before the world! Let _God_ punish us for loving each other, if that
+  be a crime! Oh, _does_ He punish us? Where is my Rafael, you star
+  that watched over us then! I love him, I love him; I cannot live
+  without him--sweet star, tell me where he is to-night! Oh, it is
+  from pity that you will not tell! And he lies cold and dead! Rafael,
+  Rafael, I'm all alone--all alone! [_Weeps._] No, no; it can't be
+  that! Dear God, who sees me here among these aliens, you could not
+  be so cruel to your own! Not so cruel as that! Not so cruel as that!
+
+      [_She sobs; exit._
+
+    _Enter AARON and SACHEL._
+
+AARON.
+
+  Where is Esther?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Can't you hear her snoring? I can, though she is away at the back of
+  the house! I have not slept seven hours in these seven days!
+
+AARON.
+
+  Do you think the girl has any suspicion that Rafael may have found
+  that he has undertaken the impossible? If he did throw her off--I
+  don't say that he has--but if he did, it must strike her that she
+  wouldn't have a place to go in all the world!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  She believes in him.
+
+AARON.
+
+  When he is with her, yes! But when he is away, and she waits and
+  waits, are not all women alike? Doesn't she know that he has
+  sacrificed every guilder that he might have had from you?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I said that to them. Why did I not hold my cursed tongue! He hadn't
+  a copper in his pocket; the poor boy had given away everything he
+  had, to bury Mordecai's son.
+
+AARON.
+
+  And does not she know that he gave up every friend he had, too, when
+  he forsook his religion? These things must have passed through her
+  mind.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  What do I care what is passing in _her_ mind!
+
+AARON.
+
+  Of course, of course! [_Pulls the letters from his pocket._] But the
+  main probability is that Rafael will soon return. I am only thinking
+  whether before he returns this girl could not be influenced to leave
+  here, made to believe that the boy has deserted her? You can't blame
+  me for considering my daughter's feelings in this matter. Now
+  suppose we could let drop a few things in Rosa's presence, without
+  appearing to know that she overheard?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I don't care about her! I want _him_ to come back.
+
+AARON.
+
+  Don't you see: after a whole week, after all her waiting and
+  waiting, without a word from him and with her whole life trembling
+  in the balance, then if she overhears certain things----! Of course
+  if we try to persuade her he is gone, she'll suspect at once. But
+  there are certain remarks that we can let drop, quite casually, you
+  know, that will absolutely make her believe that he does not intend
+  to come back; that he has deserted her.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  But she _won't_ believe it!
+
+AARON.
+
+  No, not if we try to convince her! But we won't try! You only make
+  certain statements within her hearing; and if she says they are not
+  true, just shrug your shoulders! What is in that girl's mind? Either
+  that he has met harm, or that he is afraid to come back to her; that
+  the poverty staring him in the face has been too much for him. Seven
+  days is a long time when a woman is alone on the rack of doubt. Now,
+  do you see what I mean?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  But I want my son! I don't care whether he marries your daughter! I
+  want my son!
+
+AARON.
+
+  [_Tapping the letters._] Here are some letters. One for you and four
+  for Rosa.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Where did _you_ get them? Is mine from Rafael? Yes? Ah, ah! Read it,
+  quick!
+
+AARON.
+
+  [_Reads._] "Father: Rosa will tell you where I am. I am your son; do
+  not be harsh to Rosa. The Rabbi told me that he knew you would keep
+  her over night; as I left her for a night, relying upon his good
+  offices with you, so I feel I may leave her for a week. Good-bye,
+  father. Rafael."
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  He's all right! He's all right! [_Pauses, suddenly._] Look here, you
+  miserable rascal, you've had this for a week. You've bribed that
+  postman; it's a crime!
+
+AARON.
+
+  One for you and four for her. Will you listen to one of those he
+  wrote to her? [_Opens it._] Shall I open it?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  You have, already.
+
+AARON.
+
+  Shall I read it?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  [_After hesitation._] Yes.
+
+AARON.
+
+  [_Reads._] "My darling: If I take ship at once with Hanakoff for
+  London, I have the opportunity of a life time; it will fix me in my
+  career as I had never dreamed of. My mind tells my heart that I must
+  go; but I am as joyful as I am sorrowful; for in a week, dear, I
+  take you away from the stifling air you breathe to-night--out of the
+  Ghetto, into the freedom which is the right of our love. Good night,
+  my angel! Your Rafael."
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  He'll have money now. He'll never look at me again. She's got him!
+  She's got him! O, I would to my Maker I were dead!
+
+AARON.
+
+  No, no! She hasn't got him! She shan't have him! Don't you see, this
+  clears the way for the very thing I proposed to you.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  What? What? It might succeed, with the girl in the state she is. But
+  if it does, what will Rafael say, to-morrow?
+
+AARON.
+
+  Eh? Why, if he finds her gone and she left no word, let him draw his
+  own conclusions; that she was afraid to stand by him; afraid to
+  share his poverty. You say "to-morrow"? He may be back to-night!
+  It's your one chance. If it succeeds, the girl goes, with two
+  hundred guilders in her pocket; Rafael stays home--in due time
+  marries Rebecca--becomes a successful Jew. If it fails--then this
+  Christian robs you of him anyway! [_SACHEL ponders; then suddenly
+  touches him; they listen; AARON whispers._] Only casually; not an
+  effort to convince her! She can't help believing it, then!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Sh--!
+
+    _Enter ROSA, by the bridge; she drops her hands, hopelessly, and
+      stays near the bridge, turned away from them._
+
+AARON.
+
+  [_Without looking about, whispers._] Was that her step? [_SACHEL
+  nods; a pause; AARON begins in a moderate tone._] Yes; but a man who
+  gives his word to one girl and then deserts her, would desert
+  another girl. Shall I let my daughter risk that? No!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  But I tell you it is not a parallel case! A marriage solemnised in a
+  synagogue is one thing; but a marriage such as this--which we all
+  know is not a marriage, either inside or outside the Ghetto--I tell
+  you it's totally different!
+
+AARON.
+
+  Didn't he commit himself morally? Very well! Then he goes and finds
+  that he has been tricked by a venial under-magistrate, for the sake
+  of thirty guilders; and he finds that it was no marriage at all! The
+  girl is reduced merely to the position of his mistress----
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Well, doesn't that dispose of _her_? Doesn't that rid him of
+  responsibility?
+
+AARON.
+
+  Yes; but it is a high moral consideration that occupies me. The boy
+  found that he could rid himself of his burden; the discovery came
+  when he had been looking about for a week, and finding nothing but
+  poverty, privation and despair on every side; no one would lend him
+  money; none of his former friends would speak to him; there was only
+  the choice between an absolutely hopeless struggle and running away.
+  He ran! And I say a young man who has thus been tried and found
+  wanting is no man to be my daughter's husband!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  O! Because Rafael has had one mistress is he not good enough to be
+  your daughter's husband?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  What do you mean! What do you mean, Sachel! [_The two men rise,
+  affecting surprise._] It is a lie! It is a cruel lie!
+
+AARON.
+
+  Eh? Doesn't the _girl_ know about it?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  What do you mean by saying that he ran away from me? How do you know
+  that he ran away from me? Where is he! Tell me where he is! Quick,
+  you shall!
+
+AARON.
+
+  No one will know where he is until he has spent the money he sent
+  for. And that ought to keep him a year, even in England.
+
+ROSA.
+
+  England--you say he has gone to England? You tell me he has deserted
+  me? After what he said before the synagogue? I say it's a lie--a
+  preposterous lie! It isn't true that I am only his mistress--it's a
+  lie!
+
+AARON.
+
+  I'll tell you what _is_ true; after this escapade with you he'll
+  have to prove himself a man before he marries my daughter.
+
+ROSA.
+
+  He can't marry your daughter! He's mine! O, God, what does this
+  mean? Can't you find him? Can't you let me see him? He would have
+  written to me--I know he would! Sachel, let me go to him. Sachel,
+  tell me where he is!
+
+AARON.
+
+  What could Sachel do, even if he could reach the boy? After seven
+  days, at the very moment Sachel has been persuaded to accept all
+  this--to treat you as his daughter--here slinks Rafael along the
+  canal and up through the warehouse and whispers that he has given
+  you up! Then he wheedles his father out of more money than I would
+  give ten sons, and then boards a ship for England! [_To SACHEL._] Do
+  you think I'll see my daughter marry such a man? If he wants to
+  return next year on the hope of marrying Rebecca, you tell him to
+  remain in England!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  It's a lie! He couldn't desert me. He's a man of soul--of honour! It
+  isn't true. My God, it can't be true!
+
+AARON.
+
+  You'd better find a place to sleep, and then compose yourself to
+  make the best of it. I have a friend in the country who will receive
+  you. With the money that Rafael has persuaded his father to give
+  you, begin life over again. Come!      [_Touches her._
+
+ROSA.
+
+  No, I will not come! It is a lie. You try to convince me because
+  you know I will kill myself--because you----
+
+AARON.
+
+  Has any one tried to convince you? Sachel is the only one to gain by
+  your going. Has he tried to convince you?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  I know--I know--O God! Sachel, Sachel, as you fear your God, swear
+  to me that he has deserted me! Swear to me that he wants to marry
+  Rebecca!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I--I----
+
+AARON.
+
+  Shall _I_ take an oath, on the Law of Moses, that is fastened to the
+  lintel there?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  I will not believe _you_ on any oath! I will only believe
+  Sachel--Sachel, who could not deceive me--[_turns to
+  SACHEL_]--because you know that if you make me go away and kill
+  myself Rafael will hate you, for ever and ever! Sachel, Sachel,
+  can't we get him back? I'll do anything--anything. I'll become a
+  Jewess if you'll get him back! Sachel, Sachel!
+
+      [_Cries hysterically._
+
+AARON.
+
+  The poor girl wants your oath. That's a simple matter. [_To
+  SACHEL._] There is no reason why I should stay here to witness this.
+  Good-night!
+
+      [_Exit by the bridge._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Such as you to kill yourself--h'm! Now take your money and be off!
+  I'm going to lock my door.
+
+ROSA.
+
+  _You_ haven't said the marriage was false! _You_ haven't said he
+  went away! _You_ haven't said he wants to many her--you dare not! It
+  can't be true! It _can't_ be true!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Dare not--dare not. What do you mean? You thankless hussy! You wreck
+  my home, you rob me of my son, and then when he has gone and I offer
+  you money to leave me in peace you dare to say I lie!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  No, I did not say _you_ lied, because _you_ have not said that he is
+  deserting me! You will not! You dare not! He loves me; he is coming
+  back! I will stay until he comes!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  He wants to be rid of you. He has gone to England. He wants Aaron
+  to----
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Sachel, Sachel, think what you are saying! Tell me he is dead--tell
+  me anything but that he's left me! O, could your son dishonour me?
+  Think what you are saying! No, no--not unless you swear it in the
+  sight of God! Sachel, Sachel--[_as he puts hand on the
+  lintel_]--don't swear to it--[_on her knees_]--don't swear to it!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  [_With a burst of rage._] God!--Hear me then. You have been nothing
+  but Rafael's mistress! Rafael has deserted you! Rafael wants to
+  marry Rebecca! Rafael has sailed from Amsterdam! By the sacred Law
+  of Moses, by all that is holy in the sight of God, I swear it! I
+  swear it! Now go! Take your money and go!
+
+      [_She goes towards the canal._
+
+ROSA.
+
+  And so--and so--Dear God--dear God!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Where are you? Here, take it--take it! Where are you going?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_At the canal._] Dear God--dear God--No more--no more!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Come away!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Rafael!      [_She jumps into the canal._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Stop! O--O God! It isn't true! Rosa! Rosa! [_At the wall._] A stick!
+  A stick! I cannot find one! Where are you? For God's sake, answer!
+  Don't you hear? O God! O God! [_Turns to the house, where music is
+  being played._] Daniel! Samson! Open the door! [_The music drowns
+  his voice._] Help! help! [_He rushes back._] Rosa! Reach out your
+  hand! Where are you--where are you? Answer me--[_the music ceases
+  abruptly_]--answer. [_A silence. He slinks away from the wall. A
+  pause._] What will Rafael do? What will God do?
+
+      [_He hears the footsteps of RAFAEL._
+
+    _Enter RAFAEL, joyously._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Hello, father, father! I'm home again! Why haven't I heard from you?
+  I--what's the matter?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  [_Trembling._] I--I--don't mind me! I--I--I thought you wouldn't
+  come back. We didn't get your letters until to-day. But you've
+  come--you've come! Rafael, for God's sake, don't leave me! For God's
+  sake--I'm sick, I'm blind, I've only a little while left! Stay with
+  me. Don't leave me alone--you mustn't leave me alone!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  You are not well. Have you been in the heat? Father, why do you
+  tremble so?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I'm not trembling, my boy. I--I--my boy, my boy, ask me anything and
+  I will give it to you! I can't live without my son! If you speak a
+  harsh word to me I shall drop dead, Rafael.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Father, father, be calm; Heaven knows I don't want to be harsh to
+  you; there's a clean page to begin on if you like. We'll leave this
+  place; come and live with Rosa and me. She has never spoken a harsh
+  word to you, has she? Don't you see now that she has the gentleness
+  of an angel? Wait till our people know her!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Yes, yes, I know; my God, I know--I--I--[_RAFAEL makes as if to go
+  in._] Rafael, for God's sake, don't leave me!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Where is she, father? She was afraid to stay here; but I told her
+  she was my wife, and that you loved your son, and that ought to be
+  enough to reassure her. I had to go with Hanakoff. I have made a
+  success, do you hear? Don't worry, don't tremble. I must find Rosa.
+  Where is she? Rosa! I've something to tell you!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  No, no; don't speak so loud!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Yes, but she does not hear me! Isn't she in the house? Rosa! What have
+  you said to her? Where is she? She is not here. Where is she?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Don't ask me, don't ask me!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Where is she?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I couldn't stop her!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  From what? Where is she?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Don't know, don't know! She went away!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Where--why?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  You shall not blame me! It was not my doing. Aaron--Aaron--it was he
+  who bribed the postman! Before God it was not I!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Bribed the postman? She did not hear from me? Where is my wife?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  No, no, Rafael, my boy; my dearest boy--she's gone, she took money,
+  she deserted you!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  You are lying!
+
+      [_People collect, looking over the canal wall._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  She said--she said she hated our race--she hated you--she hated all
+  of us; she was going away, out of the Ghetto, away, off there,
+  there--[_He points away from the canal. The excitement at the canal
+  wall increases. RAFAEL starts as if towards the wall._] Not there,
+  not there, Rafael, my boy, my boy!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  What's the matter down there? [_Two men bring ROSA up the steps; the
+  crowd obscures her from RAFAEL._] Who is that? My God! Is it a
+  woman?
+
+A MAN.
+
+  Yes.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  [_Pushes through the crowd._] Rosa, Rosa--Rosa! Oh! oh! oh!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Oh, my boy!--oh, my boy! Rafael! Rafael! I couldn't stop her!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  [_Turning on his father._] Ugh! Off from me--off! Oh, oh, damnable,
+  damnable monster! Take him away!
+
+AN OLD MAN.
+
+  He's your father! Shame! shame!
+
+      [_Hisses from crowd._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  [_To SACHEL._] Keep your cursed talons off! Murderer! Murderer! You
+  made her drown herself!
+
+A SECOND MAN.
+
+  Leave him alone! Shame! This is the man who blasphemes God!
+
+A THIRD MAN.
+
+  He profaned the synagogue--he curses his father!
+
+      [_RAFAEL meanwhile looks upon the body of ROSA._
+
+THE SECOND MAN.
+
+  Shall he do all this--this--in our teeth? [_Hisses from the crowd._]
+  Hide your face! Hide your face!
+
+      [_Advances on RAFAEL._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Stand away from her! [_Throws him down, turns to his father._] O
+  God, if I had not concealed your knavery from her, your holiest oath
+  would not have moved her! And now must you live on, while she lies
+  thus?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  [_To the crowd._] She poisoned my son; she took away his religion--she
+  killed my son's love for his father! She deserves it--she deserves it!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Rosa, my Rosa, you shall not die! Life, life, freedom--the blue
+  sweet sky, we two together singing in the sun--not the dead soul
+  sighing through the trees--not the whisper of night--the sorrowful
+  shade that passes in the mist! No, no, you must feel my breath upon
+  your cheek, you must feel my arms, you must live, live! [_ROSA
+  stirs._] Live! She breathes--she breathes! Air--distance--distance,
+  I say! Rosa, it is I, Rafael! You are safe! Not all the fiends in
+  God's grey world shall thrust an arm between us. Rosa! Rosa!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_Raising her head a little._] Rafael, forgive me----
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Rafael--Rafael--she means me. Forgive _me_--for God's sake--[_on his
+  knees to RAFAEL, who turns his back_]--Rafael!
+
+SECOND MAN.
+
+  Shame! shame! He hates his father!
+
+THE CROWD.
+
+  Shame! shame! Punish him!
+
+      [_The crowd closes in on RAFAEL._
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_In fear._] Rafael!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Are you no better than a mob of Christians? Stand back! [_Pushes the
+  crowd back violently._] Rosa, Rosa--away--out of the Ghetto--into
+  the air! Rosa!
+
+      [_The crowd starts to close in again; he takes ROSA in his arms
+        and rushes across the bridge. The crowd follows, walking
+        rapidly. SACHEL is left solitary._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Rafael! Raf----      [_He falls._
+
+    _Enter A WATCHMAN._
+
+WATCHMAN.
+
+  Eleven o'clock, and all's--[_Stops and looks at SACHEL, who stirs and
+  sobs._] Eleven o'clock!
+
+      [_Exit WATCHMAN, thoughtfully._
+
+  Eleven o'clock!
+
+
+THE END.
+
+
+  Printed by BALLANTYNE, HANSON & CO.
+  London & Edinburgh
+
+
+
+
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+<p>Title: The Ghetto</p>
+<p>       A Drama in Four Acts</p>
+<p>Author: Herman Heijermans</p>
+<p>Release Date: June 2, 2011  [eBook #36307]</p>
+<p>Language: English</p>
+<p>Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1</p>
+<p>***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE GHETTO***</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
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+</table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<hr class="full" />
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="giant"><i>THE GHETTO</i></span></p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">Plays</span></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="hang">THE PLAYS OF HENRIK IBSEN. Small 4to, cloth, 5s. each, or paper
+covers, 1s, 6d. each.</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="table" rules="cols">
+
+<tr><td><small>JOHN GABRIEL BORKMAN.</small>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</td><td><small>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*THE MASTER BUILDER.</small></td></tr>
+<tr><td><small>LITTLE EYOLF.</small></td><td><small>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*HEDDA GABLER.</small></td></tr></table>
+
+<p class="center">*<i>Also a limited Large Paper Edition, 21s. net.</i></p>
+
+<p class="hang">BRAND: A Dramatic Poem in Five Acts. By <span class="smcap">Henrik Ibsen</span>. Translated in
+the original metres by <span class="smcap">C. H. Herford</span>. Small 4to, cloth, 7s. 6d.</p>
+
+<p class="hang">THE PLAYS OF GERHART HAUPTMANN. Paper covers, 1s. 6d., or cloth, 2s.
+6d. each.</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="table" rules="cols">
+<tr><td><small>*HANNELE.</small>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</td><td>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<small>LONELY LIVES.</small></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2" align="center"><small>THE WEAVERS.</small></td></tr></table>
+
+<p class="center">*Also small 4to, with Portrait, 5s.</p>
+
+<p class="hang">THE PRINCESS MALEINE, and THE INTRUDER. By <span class="smcap">Maurice Maeterlinck</span>. With
+an Introduction by <span class="smcap">Hall Caine</span>, and a Portrait of the Author. Small
+4to, cloth, 5s.</p>
+
+<p class="hang">THE FRUITS OF ENLIGHTENMENT: By Count <span class="smcap">Lyof Tolstoy</span>. With
+Introduction by <span class="smcap">A. W. Pinero</span>. Small 4to, with Portrait, 5s.</p>
+
+<p class="hang">CYRANO DE BERGERAC. By <span class="smcap">Edmond Rostand</span>. Small 4to, 5s. Also, Popular
+Edition, 16mo cloth, 2s. 6d.; paper, 1s. 6d.</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="center">LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN<br/>
+<span class="smcap">21 Bedford Street</span>, W.C.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+
+<p class="center"><span class="giant"><i>THE GHETTO</i></span></p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge"><i>A DRAMA</i></span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>In Four Acts</i></p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="center"><i>Freely Adapted from the Dutch of</i></p>
+<p class="center"><span class="big"><i>HERMAN HEIJERMANS, <span class="smcap">Jr.</span></i></span></p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="center"><i>By</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="big"><i>CHESTER BAILEY FERNALD</i></span></p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="center"><i>LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>MDCCCXCIX</i></p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Copyright</span>, 1899</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>All rights, including Acting rights in the English Language, reserved</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Entered at the Library of Congress</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Washington, U.S.A.</i></p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge"><i>DRAMATIS PERSON&AElig;</i></span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">Rafael.</span><br />
+<span class="smcap">Sachel.</span><br />
+<span class="smcap">Aaron.</span><br />
+<span class="smcap">Rabbi Haezer.</span><br />
+<span class="smcap">Samson.</span><br />
+<span class="smcap">Daniel.</span><br />
+<span class="smcap">Mordecai.</span><br />
+<span class="smcap">Esther.</span><br />
+<span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span><br />
+<span class="smcap">Rosa.</span>
+</td></tr></table>
+
+<p class="center"><i>A Watchman. Inhabitants of The Ghetto.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>The action takes place in The Ghetto, Amsterdam, at the present time.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>The incidental music composed by</i> Mr. <span class="smcap">N. Clifford Page.</span></p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge"><i>PREFACE</i></span></p>
+
+
+<p><i>In the not wholly grateful task of adapting this play to the present
+demands of the English and American stage, partly as those demands have
+been interpreted by others than me, numerous alterations have been
+thought necessary. I hope that this adaptation does not conceal the fact
+that Mr. Heijermans' original is a work of very admirable unity and
+force.</i></p>
+
+<p class="right"><i>CHESTER B. FERNALD.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>September, 1899.</i></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE GHETTO</span></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="center"><span class="big">THE FIRST ACT</span></p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="scene"><span class="smcap">Scene</span>: <i>A street in the Ghetto in Amsterdam. On the left the shop of</i>
+<span class="smcap">Sachel</span>. <i>Running down from the centre to the right, diagonally, the
+wall of a canal; a bridge across the canal; a vista of the river and
+the city at the back.</i></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Samson</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Daniel</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Samson.</span></p>
+
+<p>Have trade and traffic gone to bed for Sabbath?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Daniel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Not till old Sachel shuts his shop. See, he sits there in the gloom like
+a spider waiting in its web. He would keep open all night for two
+cents.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Samson.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>He's waiting for his son. What if the old man knew that Rafael spent
+half his time composing music&mdash;music for which he gets nothing? He would
+lock the door on Rafael to-night.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Daniel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Let him! The world shall hear from Rafael. Wait till we play his music.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Samson.</span></p>
+
+<p>But he still has time to devote to his father's Christian servant-maid.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Daniel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Eh&mdash;you have noticed too? [<i>They look into the shop.</i>] Ah, see her! I
+say, she's the handsomest in Amsterdam&mdash;high or low! You had better be
+careful what you say about her to Rafael.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Samson.</span></p>
+
+<p>I am. When I spoke a trifle lightly of her, he offered to smash my head
+with your 'cello.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Daniel.</span></p>
+
+<p>And you apologized?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Samson.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Not wanting it smashed.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Daniel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Meaning your head.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Samson.</span></p>
+
+<p>No, meaning your 'cello. But I shall proceed with her. She is unhappy&mdash;I
+think she needs <i>me</i>!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Mordecai</span>, <i>with a piece of lace, by way of the bridge. He goes
+into the shop.</i></p>
+
+<p>I thought we had done with trade in this street. There goes an old sheep
+to pawn his fleece. I say&mdash;bah!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Daniel.</span></p>
+
+<p>So will the old sheep say "Bah!" when Sachel has shorn him. See the old
+man feeling it over&mdash;they say he can tell brass from gold by the touch
+of his talons.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Samson.</span></p>
+
+<p>It is well the old man is blind; if he saw the look of disgust on the
+girl's face&mdash;ay, she'd like to rush out in the air!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Daniel.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>If she hates trade so, why does she stay in the Ghetto?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Samson.</span></p>
+
+<p>She has nowhere else to go&mdash;she doesn't appear to want to get away. Are
+they cursing each other over a copper? See the curl of her lip! Look!
+look!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<span class="smcap">Rosa</span> <i>rushes out of the shop</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>As if stifling.</i>] Oh! oh! they have no souls&mdash;there is not a soul
+among them, save Rafael's!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>She sees</i> <span class="smcap">Daniel</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Samson</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Samson.</span></p>
+
+<p>Good evening!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Coldly.</i>] Good evening.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Samson.</span></p>
+
+<p>It's a fine evening, isn't it?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>No.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Samson.</span></p>
+
+<p>No, I suppose not. Is Rafael at home?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>No.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Samson.</span></p>
+
+<p>No&mdash;he stays away, he is in love?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Daniel.</span></p>
+
+<p>With whom?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Samson.</span></p>
+
+<p>With somebody&mdash;somebody. I read between the notes of his music. He's
+fallen in love and he's put it all into music. [<i>Insinuatingly.</i>] Do you
+know who she is?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>She gets a broom and begins to sweep.</i>] How should I, a Christian, be
+so deep in his confidence?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Samson.</span></p>
+
+<p>As deep in his confidence as need be. But do not trust him too much.
+Ah&mdash;[<i>quasi-regretful</i>]&mdash;and I am his friend. But it is love that has
+made a fool of me.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>No, I should not lay it to the door of love.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Samson.</span></p>
+
+<p>It <i>is</i> love. If I could look into such eyes as yours,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span> and my heart not
+smoke like&mdash;like a burning haycock, then I should be more fool than now.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>You could not be. With whom do you mean to insinuate that Rafael is
+carrying on a love affair?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Samson.</span></p>
+
+<p>Oh, not you!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>Oh! With whom, then?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Samson.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Whispering.</i>] To-morrow, when you are alone&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>He pauses, hearing</i> <span class="smcap">Sachel</span> <i>in the shop</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>No, no!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Mordecai.</span></p>
+
+<p>But&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>No, no, no!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Mordecai</span>, <i>followed by</i> <span class="smcap">Sachel</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Mordecai.</span></p>
+
+<p>Half a guilder! Half a guilder! Oh! if it isn't worth four guilders, it
+is worth nothing.</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>He begins to roll up his lace.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>If it is worth four guilders to you, keep it. H'm! Because I am blind,
+cannot I feel with my fingers? No, it is tatters.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Mordecai.</span></p>
+
+<p>It's beautiful. I leave it to any one.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>So do I. I leave it to Rosa; she's a Christian, she knows nothing about
+trade. Rosa!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Coming to him.</i>] Yes.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Am I not right? Is it not charity to offer him half a guilder for that
+lace?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Daniel.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Mischievously.</i>] A beautiful piece of lace!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Samson.</span></p>
+
+<p>A splendid piece of lace; he could not have come honestly by that!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>I have not summoned every idler in the street. Rosa!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Daniel</span> <i>and</i>
+<span class="smcap">Samson</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Mordecai.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Whispering to</i> <span class="smcap">Rosa</span>.] My son is dead, how can I bury him without
+money? It was his mother's&mdash;the only fragment I have left of hers&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>I hear you; is he giving you something?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>In compassion.</i>] It is not so badly worn; surely it is worth four
+guilders!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>You lie! I say you lie! Do you think you can make a fool of me&mdash;you
+thieves! Ah, I know you are standing there, twisting your cheeks at me!
+But you shall not rob me; no, no! Give me that! [<i>He takes the lace and
+examines it with his fingers.</i>] I knew it! It has been patched&mdash;by some
+bag-maker. You minx&mdash;you hussy! Do I feed you that you may rob me?
+Everybody lies to me&mdash;but they do not deceive me! I will not give half a
+guilder&mdash;only thirty cents.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Mordecai.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Sachel! I must have <i>two</i> guilders! He died in my arms. You have a
+son&mdash;for pity's sake&mdash;for pity's sake!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Have you had pity on my eyes? You say this lace is whole; it is a lie.
+You say your son is dead; that is a lie too, for all I know. I'll give
+no more&mdash;no more.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Mordecai.</span></p>
+
+<p>Oh! Oh! Give me that! You black-hearted miser. [<i>He snatches it.</i>] You
+are rich&mdash;you have known me for years&mdash;and you would let my son be
+buried in the pauper's field! A curse on you! May your son <i>live</i> to
+hate you&mdash;desert you&mdash;disown you&mdash;curse you, as I do!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Mordecai</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Rosa! Run and offer him a guilder and a half! Run!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>Mordecai! He will not stop! He's gone!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>With a curse! Could I be more cursed than I am? Come here. You have
+driven the trade from my door.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>I?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Yes, you&mdash;you misbegotten wretch! Had you not whined and pleaded for
+him, he would have taken a guilder. If you, too, had said, "Tatters!
+nothing but tatters." Why did you not?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>Because I will not lie for you!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>I employ you to do my bidding! What are you doing now&mdash;idling, wasting
+precious time? [<span class="smcap">Rosa</span> <i>begins to sweep</i>.] In the middle of last
+night&mdash;were you up?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>No!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Ironically.</i>] You will not lie for me! Why are you so disturbed about
+it?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>I am not disturbed.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>I say you are. You are red in the face&mdash;I know it. Why were you up?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>I was not up.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>I heard you! I heard you, and you cannot deceive me. Did I not lie awake
+until Rafael came home? It struck twelve as he went to his room. It was
+not five minutes later when I hear steps along the hall&mdash;yes, I can hear
+steps, though the shoes be off! I heard steps, and then your door
+opened. Why do you stop? I heard your door open; what does it mean?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>Do you mean that&mdash;that some one came&mdash;some one opened my door?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Some one&mdash;some one! I mean you&mdash;you opened it&mdash;and you went downstairs.
+Why? What were you doing while you thought I slept?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>I did not leave my room.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>And she will not lie for me! If you are honest, why does your voice
+tremble so? You were up, and why?<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span> If I miss anything;&mdash;do you want to
+be turned into the streets? [<i>He hears the noise of a window opening.</i>]
+Who's that? Some fresh enemy? I cannot move but some one's hand is
+raised against me! Enemies&mdash;enemies I cannot strike nor battle
+with&mdash;because I cannot see!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>I&mdash;I am not your enemy!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>How do I know? Have I ever looked into your eyes? Ay, if I could look
+into them at this moment, God knows what I should find. You are not my
+enemy! Why, then, were you up last night prowling about my house&mdash;at
+midnight&mdash;when my son&mdash;when Rafael;&mdash;Rafael&mdash;? Come here! [<i>She comes to
+him.</i>] Your hand! Was it Rafael? Did Rafael&mdash;? No, no, my beautiful
+boy&mdash;with such as you&mdash;an ugly, misshapen wench like you! [<i>Pause.</i>]
+Unless&mdash;unless they lied to me! Did not Esther sniff and say that you
+were white and thin, when we rescued you from pauperdom&mdash;when you were
+threatened with the streets&mdash;you thankless vagabond? They knew I would
+not have had you else! Rafael said that "pretty" was no word for such a
+face as yours; did he mean that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span> you were beautiful;&mdash;did he mean that?
+Your form&mdash;yes, your form! [<i>He passes his hand over her.</i>] Hold still!
+Do you fear an old blind wreck like me? Ay, you are like a Madonna, damn
+you! Your face&mdash;hold still&mdash;your nose&mdash;[<i>he passes his hand over her
+face</i>]&mdash;your brow&mdash;your chin;&mdash;they lied to me! You are beautiful! It
+<i>was</i> Rafael!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>What do you mean? I tell you I am not beautiful!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Are you ugly? Do you swear you are ugly?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>You cannot see the colour of my skin&mdash;you cannot see the rings under my
+eyes.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>You swear&mdash;do you swear you are not beautiful?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>I may have been pretty once&mdash;but now&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>She is silent.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Thoughtfully.</i>] When she says that&mdash;h'm! H'm!<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span> No woman would deny her
+beauty if she had it. No, no! H'm! Rafael&mdash;my beautiful boy; why, I only
+mentioned it to frighten you!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Esther</span>, <i>over the bridge</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>What's the matter now&mdash;you troublesome old person?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>My sister&mdash;my compassionate sister! H'm! I know you're waiting, watching
+my face from day to day for a sign of death.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>You silly old man, does any one put a pin in your way?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Any one? Every one! Has she not just driven away a customer because she
+would not&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>I don't want to hear about it!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>H'm! A little money&mdash;it is nothing! I have given my life for it&mdash;and my
+eyes&mdash;my eyes! By<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span> God's right, do not the blessings of thrift belong to
+me? And here I drag my gloomy, empty life away, with a son who brings me
+nothing, a sister who watches me like a vulture and this hussy who
+drives my customers to curse me!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>Who do you think gave me this letter for you? Aaron.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Aaron! He hasn't been near us for years! What does he want? Read!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>When the Sabbath has already begun?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Well, what do we have this Christian for? Rosa!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Rosa</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>Rosa, open this letter and read it.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Reading.</i>] "I shall be at your house to-night, on a matter of
+business.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Aaron Heine.</span>"</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Rosa</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Business? What business can he have with me?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>His daughter, I think. There was something in the way he spoke that made
+me feel it!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>To marry his Rebecca to my son. H'm! I'll make him speak first. I'll
+worry him! I'll make him sweat.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>Rosa! Put up the shutters.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>I will not trust her to put up the shutters.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>You never had a better servant in your house.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Fetches shutters and awkwardly adjusts them.</i>] She is a Christian. It
+is bad luck&mdash;it was wrong for us to take her in.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>You were glad enough to have her. Would a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span> Jewess light your fire on
+Sabbath&mdash;would a Jewess open your letters for you? Shall I send her
+away?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Not yet.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>No. Because on Sabbath your feet would be cold and your letters would
+lie unopened, even if you were not blind. I pity the girl; I have heard
+that her father was a gentleman and died poor and in exile, because he
+had given succour to the persecuted Jews.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Rosa</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Who can prove it? It is a good story to work upon our sympathies. They
+cannot deceive me. I will have no sympathies.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Rosa</span>.] Isn't it warm.</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>They look off over the river.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>But aren't those clouds beautiful? They are bringing a blessed rain; but
+they lower as if they brought a pestilence.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>You call them beautiful? You know very well that we are speculating in
+produce: if the drought keeps on the rich will have to pay dear for
+their vegetables, and the poor won't have any; it will profit us
+handsomely! And you only think of your own pleasure!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>It was only the beauty, the majesty of the clouds; they are massed
+together like enemies ready to destroy us. But the poor; ah, I can see
+the hand of God in those clouds!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>Which God, Rosa?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>The God of all peoples, of all faiths&mdash;the God who knows no ceremony but
+the way of living, and no creed but what He plants in the hearts of
+every one.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>You are a strange sort of Christian! You talk like Rafael! [<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Rosa</span>,
+<i>as if to avoid the subject</i>.] I wonder if she ever talks with Rafael!
+Sachel, I see Aaron!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>I'll make him speak first.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Aaron</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Sachel</span>.] Good evening. [<i>No answer.</i>] What's the matter with you,
+old friend? I have a bit of business with you.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>Good evening. Rather late for business, isn't it? Sit down.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>It's never too late for business. It was never too early when we were
+young&mdash;eh, Sachel? Do you remember forty years ago, when you and I and
+Abram stood in line at two o'clock in the morning&mdash;to get the best
+places at the sale? Poverty wasn't trumps then, as it is now.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>H'm! I fancy not with you, now.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>What did you come about?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>Eh? Well, I have something I think you'll want.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>What?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>Eh? Why, some wool, I'll sell it cheap. Feel that! As soft as my
+daughter's cheek!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Gives</i> <span class="smcap">Sachel</span> <i>a packet of wool</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Returning the packet.</i>] I didn't think you'd have anything I wanted.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>No; it wouldn't interest us. Have some coffee, Rosa!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>You think it is not good. You don't know! That wool was bought by my
+daughter, Rebecca, and I'll back her judgment against any man's in the
+Ghetto! [<i>Gives a little to</i> <span class="smcap">Sachel</span>.] Feel that!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Breaking the fibres, and listening to the sound they make.</i>] His
+daughter! Cotton! More cotton! His daughter!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>I will match her with your son, any day!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>My son is in no hurry to marry.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>Marry? I meant as a judge of wool. You are the only one that's thinking
+of marrying him. What's the matter&mdash;doesn't any girl's father want him?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Picking the wool apart.</i>] H'm!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>There <i>is</i> a keen demand for handsome young wives nowadays, judging from
+the way my daughter is besieged.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Your daughter? You speak as if she had had an offer.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Rosa</span> with the coffee.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>H'm, <i>an</i> offer! But I came here to talk about wool! If it were not the
+Sabbath I would burn a little for you, and you could tell by the smell
+there is not a shred of cotton in it!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Let the Christian burn it for us, then. Rosa, light that!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<span class="smcap">Rosa</span> <i>burns a little of the wool in the spirit lamp</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Laughingly.</i>] If you can smell cotton in that, then the sheep have
+been eating cotton-seed, and it has sprouted through their shins. Do you
+smell any cotton? Ah!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Rosa</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>No; because I have picked all the cotton out. Rubbish!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>Have some coffee?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Putting away packet of wool.</i>] Oh, well, if you don't know a good
+thing when you see it. Ah! Those cakes of yours, Esther; I remember
+them, I remember them of old! Let me send my daughter to learn how to
+make them, will you?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>Certainly.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>That's the only thing under the sky that my<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span> daughter can't do to
+perfection. Well, how is that son of yours?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Where is he, you had better ask! Unless I stay up till midnight, I never
+meet him.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>Oh, well, a young fellow has to have his day I suppose.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Did I have my day? I was one of eight souls who crawled and starved in a
+room half as big as my shop parlour. I have known hunger to gnaw at my
+belly, till I cried myself to sleep, and dreamt that I was
+disembowelled. And my grandmother died, and my little sister too, from
+sheer want. Sheer want! At his age I could have bought and sold him
+twice a day. The fellow is a worthless vagabond!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>H'm. I suppose, if the truth be said, he <i>is</i> a worthless vagabond!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>You&mdash;what affair is it of yours? You would give half you have&mdash;and that
+wouldn't be much&mdash;to have him in your household!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Ha! My daughter has no haste to wed.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Who said anything about wedding? It is you that seem to have the subject
+on your mind.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>With my girl? With Rebecca? You rely too much upon your son's good looks
+and upon the lot of money he will have.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Who said he would have a lot of money? I am not dead yet.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>Even so, your only child is not going empty-handed.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>He will go empty-handed, by the Commandments, if he does not obey his
+father! And, in any case, I have not slaved my eyes away that another
+man's child may be fed.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Rebecca</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>Still he must marry some day.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Marry whom? No girl who does not bring twelve thousand guilders shall
+marry my son!</p>
+<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Esther</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<span class="smcap">Rebecca</span> <i>pauses at the bridge unobserved and interested</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Aside.</i>] They are getting on!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Swelling with indignation.</i>] Twelve thousand guilders! Twelve thousand
+guilders! A snap of the finger! And is your son a prince? You talk like
+an imbecile. Suppose some one was fool enough to give his daughter such
+a dowry, what would you give your son?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Nothing! He has his share in the business&mdash;or will have.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>Oh, you're enough to make a man jump into the sea!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Did I ask anything of you? Why should you jump into the sea?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Eh, what? Rebecca! How did <i>you</i> happen to be here?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Ironically.</i>] Yes, how did you happen to be here?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>Why, didn't you <i>tell</i> me&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Waving her away.</i>] We're talking business, Sachel and I!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Esther</span>.</p>
+
+<p>Esther, those cakes are wonderful!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>Thanks! [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Rebecca</span>.] Look here. [<i>Showing a photograph&mdash;watching her
+closely.</i>] Rafael is a good-looking boy, isn't he?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>Oh, you'd better let me have this! He wouldn't mind, would he? What a
+fine likeness&mdash;but so sad!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>That's for some nice girl to take out of him.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Tapping the photograph.</i>] And you'll let me&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>Have the picture? With pleasure! Have you seen Isaac's new warehouse?</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Points up the canal.</i> <span class="smcap">Rebecca</span> <i>retires to the bridge</i>.</p>
+
+<p>[<i>Sotto, to</i> <span class="smcap">Aaron</span>.] I like your girl&mdash;she's remarkably discreet. When
+she's married, you'll be lonely enough!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Sotto.</i>] And when she is married, Esther&mdash;[<i>meaningly</i>]&mdash;may I take me
+a wife on the same day; one that can bake such cakes as those!
+[<i>Aloud.</i>] Esther, there is not another woman in Amsterdam that can bake
+such cakes as those!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>The two exchange meaning glances; they advance on</i> <span class="smcap">Sachel</span>, <i>as if now in
+alliance</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Aside.</i>] I don't believe it was about me!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>But, outside of that, Rebecca is a wonderful housewife, and in the
+shop&mdash;she brings me the trade!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>H'm! She'll never bring you a son-in-law! For you can't spare money to
+give with her. You need it all in your business.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>Do I? With my daughter there will go a trifle of eight thousand
+guilders.</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Pause.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Aside.</i>] It <i>is</i> about me. They are getting on!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>And he thinks a girl will bring his son a matter of twelve thousand
+guilders.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Rosa</span>; <i>she shows that she has been listening and is troubled</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Let my son tell me he is going to marry a girl with less than twelve
+thousand! I would give him the choice of starvation. I would lock the
+door on him.</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<span class="smcap">Rosa</span> <i>sees the photograph in</i> <span class="smcap">Rebecca's</span> <i>hand</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>Who's talking of your son? My daughter&mdash;Esther, just look at her&mdash;such a
+figure, such a skin&mdash;such<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span> eyes! Esther, Esther, look at her walk! Look
+at her walk!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>Is Rafael at home?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>No.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>Rafael and Rebecca&mdash;that would sound rather well!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>My dear woman, I won't give twelve thousand guilders.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>And I won't give my son at less!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>Your son? Did I ask you for your son? Did I?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Did I ask you for your daughter? What is she to me?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Aside.</i>] Oh, they are really getting on!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>Oh, my daughter! I wish your son were her equal! If <i>I</i> had such a
+son&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>I don't want your advice! [<i>Rises.</i>] You manage your own child. I'll
+manage mine.</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Starts for shop.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>You will? You can't manage him. Where is he now? Dallying with some
+wanton, for all you know! My God, one would think him a second Joseph!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Do you house him? Do you feed him? Does he trouble you? Speak well of
+him, or go home!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>I will go home!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>Sit down! Now talk sense! It's a good match: you both know it's a good
+match, and so&mdash;[<i>to</i> <span class="smcap">Rebecca</span>]&mdash;have you seen the repairs to the old
+bridge?</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<span class="smcap">Rebecca</span> <i>moves farther away, leaving the photograph of</i> <span class="smcap">Rafael</span> <i>on the
+wall</i>.</p>
+
+<p>[<i>Lowering her voice.</i>] They are both only children. And so, in any
+case, the money will stay in the family. You let Sachel consider it.</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<span class="smcap">Rosa</span> <i>takes the photograph of</i> <span class="smcap">Rafael</span> <i>and hides it behind her.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Aside.</i>] I wonder how Rafael will consider it?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>It costs nothing to consider it, but&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>We'll see you to-morrow.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>At my house&mdash;before service. Come on, Rebecca; I have arranged about the
+wool. Good-night!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>Good-night!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>Oh, where's my picture of Rafael? [<span class="smcap">Rosa</span> <i>drops the photograph into the
+canal</i>.] It's gone!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>She looks about for it.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>How could it have gone?</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<span class="smcap">Rebecca</span> <i>sees it in the canal</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>It has fallen into the canal! It's ruined! [<i>Looks at</i> <span class="smcap">Rosa</span>.] I don't
+understand. I don't understand!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Oh, well; Rafael has some others. I'll see Rafael. Good-night.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Rosa</span>.] If the portrait dropped in where I left it, then it must
+have floated against the current.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Fiercely, sotto.</i>] It did go against the current.</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Rebecca</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Not a cent under twelve thousand.</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<span class="smcap">Rosa</span>, <i>at the bridge, struggles with tears</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>We shall see!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>So we shall. Why doesn't he come? His miserable selfishness. My God, if
+anything has happened to him! He doesn't come. He might have been set
+upon and robbed&mdash;beaten, killed, by some cursed ruffian beyond the
+Ghetto. My God&mdash;I'm harsh&mdash;too harsh with him. I shall be chastened for
+it. I was harsh to his mother; yes, I know&mdash;I know; I broke her heart
+perhaps, and Rafael, poor boy&mdash;&mdash;[<i>Stops, listens.</i>] His step! Yes;
+even&mdash;steady&mdash;he's<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span> in no distress. He's not worrying about <i>me</i>. He'll
+come home to sleep and get more money&mdash;that's all. He's a vagabond&mdash;a
+rascally vagabond!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Esther</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Rafael</span> <i>by the bridge</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Wearily.</i>] Good evening. [<i>No answer.</i>] Good evening! [<i>No answer.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>He exchanges guarded looks with</i> <span class="smcap">Rosa</span>. <i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Rosa</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Contemptuously.</i>] The gentleman says "Good evening!" This is his
+lodging-house, where he does us the honour to sleep!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>I know I am rather late. I hope you were not anxious about me, father.
+Were you? Father! Oh&mdash;well!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>Why should he answer you? What manner of son are you?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Where have you been all day?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>I&mdash;what does it matter? I know&mdash;I promised to do some business for
+you&mdash;but&mdash;there were other things&mdash;I forgot&mdash;I am sorry.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>Oh, he's sorry.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>I asked you where you idled all this day, and you evaded me.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>I have been everywhere&mdash;and the day vanished while I was thinking. Have
+you something to eat, aunt?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>We have finished eating.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>At this time of night! H'm!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Very well. I will see what I can find.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Oh, my Maker, how heavily thou visitest upon me! To be thus mocked by a
+stranger within mine own<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span> house! If your poor dead mother knew how you
+treated me!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Father, the rotten board that marked my mother's grave is falling to
+pieces. And you can hardly find the spot for weeds&mdash;weeds!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Is that where you've been? Where else?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Far away&mdash;in my thoughts.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Another day&mdash;a whole precious day devoured by your drivelling nonsense!
+Are you a son? Have you an old blind father? Oh, my business, my
+splendid business, that I slaved and sweated out my marrow for,
+dwindling, dwindling with every ticking of the clock! And he wants me to
+buy a new headboard! I had better buy one for myself. I had better be
+dead than not, with such a son.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>Sachel! Sachel! You cry&mdash;for a son like that! He is not worth one tear.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>God punishes me for all my sins. When he was a child I have stolen the
+bread from my mouth for him, weeks at a time; and now I may burrow alone
+in the dark for all he cares, chained to my door-post, chained to wait
+till some one comes to deal with me&mdash;to rob and swindle and mock
+me&mdash;because I am alone&mdash;and blind.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>And the saddest is, it is not my doing, and I cannot help it.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Not his doing! Oh, my Maker! Can I keep him in irons and make him use
+his eyes for me?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Father, between us matters cannot be improved&mdash;now nor ever!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>Well, upon my word!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Why not? You have something you dare not tell. There is a woman in it.
+You had forty guilders when you went away this morning. Have you a cent
+of it left?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>I gave it all to Mordecai to bury his son.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>I do not believe it.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Father! For the little time that I remain here need we add more
+bitterness to what exists?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>What do you say?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>I am going away.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>What&mdash;what&mdash;what do you say?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>I am going away!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Oh, oh, that crowns all! He can look into my dead eyes and threaten
+this&mdash;without a quiver&mdash;without a qualm!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Ah, there was a time&mdash;there was a time, when I would have yielded any
+sacrifice for you&mdash;when I was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span> a boy and you had just gone blind, and my
+heart was wrung with a pity for you that was a very pity in itself. If I
+had seen tears in your poor sightless eyes, then my peace would have
+been utterly destroyed; at the thought of having vexed you I should have
+beaten my brow. And now it's gone&mdash;gone&mdash;and it won't come back&mdash;it
+can't come back&mdash;because you robbed me of it.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>I? I? What have <i>I</i> done? And why do you go away?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>For reasons all of which I will not tell.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>You dog! To leave your father&mdash;sick and blind, and on the road to
+poverty! God shall curse you for it!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>No; God shall not! To live under this roof&mdash;to see, day in, day
+out&mdash;nothing&mdash;nothing&mdash;but, no&mdash;no! There <i>are</i> reasons, reasons enough,
+Heaven be my judge!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Several musical instruments begin to tune up in the house where</i> <span class="smcap">Daniel</span>
+<i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Samson</span> <i>live</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Heaven will be your judge! There <i>are</i> reasons&mdash;reasons you are ashamed
+of&mdash;reasons you dare not tell!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>It is true! You have fouled my name, you have been in the mire, you have
+committed some contemptible thing you are ashamed of! You are running
+away, you dare not tell why!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<span class="smcap">Rafael</span> <i>throws over a chair; regains his composure</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Is it but three years ago that I was so ignorant, so raw, and so fond of
+you? I had known you with the fire of life in your eyes, and now it had
+gone; the light of your soul was as hidden in a dungeon, because you
+were blind. Ah, how I suffered! I shut my eyes to imagine it&mdash;darkness,
+black nothing; God's beautiful sky gone for ever, as if you were in your
+coffin under ground! Awful! Awful! And this, this was my father&mdash;my
+father, whom I loved and honoured, of all the world!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Who asked your sympathy? Hold your tongue!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>I honoured you because you asked the sympathy of no man. I <i>honoured</i>
+you. Shall I ever forget that Friday, when I stood alone in the gloom of
+this warehouse, watching you, sorrowing over your blindness, with tears
+in my eyes! You stood by the scales. They were weighing out your
+merchandise; the man who had bought it stooped and shifted the weights;
+and your creature Jacob read the figures out and you wrote them down in
+great coarse scrawls&mdash;your grey head bare, your face turned up to
+heaven. How I loved you&mdash;how I pitied you! You bore yourself with such
+calm&mdash;such fortitude&mdash;as if, when God had touched your eyes, He had
+whispered into your ears some portion of the everlasting truth. No one
+saw me&mdash;I was back in the shadow. And I started forward; I wanted to
+say, "Father&mdash;go in; father, never labour again! Sit in your chair&mdash;rest
+always&mdash;while I do your bidding&mdash;while I do everything!" But I did not
+say it. No! I stopped; I slunk back into the deepest shadow like a
+criminal. I had uttered a cry, but you and Jacob did not hear me. On the
+platform of the scales, when your client stooped to balance them, I had
+seen a foot go out&mdash;go out while your white face was turned in holy calm
+to heaven&mdash;go<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span> out and press down&mdash;so that the scales read false&mdash;so
+that the man who bought our goods was tricked and robbed&mdash;robbed of the
+money we had not earned from him. And again I saw it, and again, and
+again, father! And the man whose foot went out and did this crime, the
+man who was stealing and stealing, time after time, stealing his money,
+stealing my respect, my honour, my youth, before my eyes&mdash;was it Jacob?
+No, it was you&mdash;you, my father&mdash;my father, whom I loved and pitied, and
+they had trusted&mdash;because you were blind!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>Shame! That's a lie! Shame!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Turning to his father.</i>] Is it a lie?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Hoarsely.</i>] Let him go on. Let him go on.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>And that afternoon I went with my father to the synagogue; I did not
+pray, I could not speak. I only gazed at my father's face, waiting to
+see it soften into some shade of doubt, of repentance, of remorse. And
+the dead eyes faced up to the rafters where the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span> sun shone through&mdash;they
+faced up there with the same impassive stare&mdash;the same holy calm, as
+when he stood with his foot on the scales. Ah, when we walked home, how
+cold and pitiless the sky looked down at me that winter day! We sat at
+our Sabbath table. He complained that I was silent. He said prayers, he
+dipped the bread in the salt. The lamplight shone on him, and I stared
+into his face, and I saw nothing&mdash;nothing I had always thought I
+saw&mdash;and my heart was ice; and he rose and stumbled over a stool and
+fell, and I picked him up&mdash;and my heart was still ice. He was no longer
+blind to me&mdash;he was nothing&mdash;nothing but a&mdash;ah no, no,&mdash;what's the
+use&mdash;what's the use?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Hoarsely.</i>] Have I been different from the others? Aaron, Levy, Isaac,
+would they not have done the same? Is there any one who would not take
+advantage of my eyes? No; business is business.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Business,&mdash;Aaron, Levy, Isaac! God, how I have despised them all my
+life!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>Oh, he would give overweight!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>I will quarrel no more with you. When I am gone&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>You are not going&mdash;you shall not go! [<i>Trembling.</i>] I have nothing in
+the world but you. Didn't I do it all for you? When I am dead the money
+will be yours, and the blame sewed up in my shroud with me. Can't you be
+content?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>After looking at him for a moment, hopelessly.</i>] It is getting late. I
+am tired. Let us go to bed, and to-morrow let us part friends.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>You eat something. Then you'll feel differently. H'm! He go away! I
+shall call up Rosa!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Thanks, no. I could not eat now. Has she not done enough this sweltering
+day?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>Then I'm going to bed. No wonder, to be so<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span>
+irregular in your ways. You were up last night. Couldn't you sleep?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>I did not sleep until nearly morning.</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Esther</span>. <span class="smcap">Sachel</span> <i>goes to try the shutters</i>.</p>
+
+<p>Well, good-night, father. You won't answer? Well, good-night! [<i>Music
+begins in the house at the back.</i>] [<i>Aside.</i>] They are playing my music.
+Give me time&mdash;I will show you what is in my soul!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Aside.</i>] The scales&mdash;that is not the only reason!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Rosa</span>, <i>who does not see</i> <span class="smcap">Sachel</span>. <i>She starts to go to</i> <span class="smcap">Rafael</span>. <span class="smcap">Sachel</span>
+<i>hears her</i>.</p>
+
+<p>Rosa, why are you not in bed? [<span class="smcap">Rosa</span> <i>stops motionless, mute,
+frightened</i>.] Is that Rosa?</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>He is suspicious.</i></p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>They do not answer. Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Sachel</span> <i>into the house, evidently with a
+purpose</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Rushing to</i> <span class="smcap">Rafael</span>.] Rafael! Rafael! Tell me the truth. Am I not your
+wife? Don't you love me? Do you love some one else? Do you love Aaron's
+daughter? They are planning to marry her to you.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span> What does it mean?
+[<i>He motions her to be silent.</i>] Does it mean that you wish it? No&mdash;no,
+it can't be that: you have said you were going away; but you didn't tell
+them of me. Why? Why do you not tell them of me?&mdash;soon enough you'll
+have to; and then&mdash;then you will have to choose&mdash;choose between the rage
+of your father&mdash;between disinheritance&mdash;poverty&mdash;the wrath of all the
+Ghetto, and me&mdash;only me! Rafael, my life is in your hands. Love me&mdash;love
+me, Rafael! Don't let me doubt you! [<i>He stops her mouth. Suddenly</i>
+<span class="smcap">Sachel</span> <i>opens the window over the shop-door; he leans out, listens, hears
+nothing, withdraws</i>.] He's in my room&mdash;he's searching for me&mdash;he
+suspects us&mdash;he has said so. He's coming down now; he's going to accuse
+us; he's going to tell you to desert me&mdash;desert me or starve! Rafael,
+what are you going to say? Rafael, what are you going to say?</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>He stops her mouth again; they look in through the door. A pause.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Sachel</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>She's not in the house! Rosa&mdash;where are you?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Whispering to</i> <span class="smcap">Rafael</span>.] Where? Where?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Quietly taking her in his arms.</i>] Rosa is here, father.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">A Watchman.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Heard in the distance.</i>] Ten o'clock, and all's well! Ten o'clock, and
+all's well!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<span class="smcap">Sachel</span> <i>shakes his head</i>.</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="center">END OF THE FIRST ACT.</p>
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span></p>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE SECOND ACT</span></p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="scene"><span class="smcap">Scene</span>: <i>A living room in the rear of</i> <span class="smcap">Sachel's</span> <i>shop. A door at the
+back opens into the street; at the left a staircase runs up over a
+fireplace to a gallery which gives access to two rooms off the
+stage</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="scene"><span class="smcap">Rosa</span> <i>is discovered at the fireplace</i>. <span class="smcap">Esther</span> <i>is at the dining-table,
+which is set with the Sabbath-cloth</i>. <span class="smcap">Esther</span> <i>crosses to a door at the
+left</i>.</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>Sachel, your medicine!</p>
+
+<p class="right">
+[<span class="smcap">Rosa</span> <i>brings a jug of hot water to the table</i>;
+<span class="smcap">Esther</span> <i>prepares some medicine with the
+water</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Sachel</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>That girl&mdash;where is she?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>She's here.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Aside.</i>] That's what Rafael said last night. Rosa! Go and water the
+flowers in my window and pick off the dead leaves, and be sure you give
+plenty of time to it.</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Rosa</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>Well! Since when have you taken such an interest in flowers?</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>She goes upstairs.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>I want to talk; I've been awake all night. This girl keeps lying to me.
+Last night she had the effrontery to tell me&mdash;[<i>with calculation</i>]&mdash;she
+told me she was considered beautiful!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Not interested.</i>] Well, she is beautiful!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Esther</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>H'm! [<i>He thinks deeply; rises.</i>] Rosa!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Rosa</span>.</p>
+
+<p>Last night you tried to make me think you were ugly;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span>&mdash;you deceived me.
+You are not a woman&mdash;you are a fiend come into my house&mdash;come in out of
+the Christian world&mdash;to do what? What do you expect to do here? Do you
+know you are in the heart of the Ghetto? What do you expect to do in my
+house?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>Nothing but what my God gives me the right to do!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Your God? I tell you the wall your God built against us still shuts Him
+away from here! You came into my house to divide it against itself. You
+have been getting too near my son. Do you think I don't know? You've
+been trying to turn him against his religion, you've been trying to turn
+him against me!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>If I have, then I have failed. Rafael loves you.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>You say so? I ask no better proof that he hates me! You came into my
+house to accomplish this, you vampire! Could you not have fastened on
+someone<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span> else than Rafael? Who sent you here to find him? Did your
+Christian God send you here?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Thinking of</i> <span class="smcap">Rafael</span>.] Yes, yes, my God did send me here&mdash;[<i>checks
+herself</i>]&mdash;or else I should have starved.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Starve! Does a demon ever starve? Not while young men have hot blood!
+Hah! It is well that I have found you out before this thing has gone too
+far. Don't I know your damned tricks; <i>you</i> wouldn't be satisfied with a
+passing touch of his lips. You've got a brain&mdash;a lying, scheming,
+devilish brain! You want his heart&mdash;you want his soul! By God! [<i>He goes
+vigorously and opens the door, to the street.</i>] Do you know what I'm
+going to do? There's where we found you&mdash;out there in the streets,
+without a friend, without a cent, and your dead father&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>Sachel, my father helped your people!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Now let the Jews help his daughter! You've lied to me always! Shall I
+believe this story of your father?<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span> I believe he was a demon like you! I
+believe he was sent out of hell to steal away men's souls, as you were.
+You've found something to fight when you've come across me! Shall I feel
+a snake in my bosom and not cast it out? [<i>He points to the door.</i>]
+You&mdash;[<i>He checks himself; a pause.</i>] Shut the door! Go on with your
+work! [<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Rosa</span>.] No, no, no&mdash;it won't do to <i>tear</i> him away from her.
+She is beautiful;&mdash;we must marry him to Rebecca. Rebecca is handsome,
+Rebecca is rich, Rebecca is minx enough. We must marry him to Rebecca if
+we can. If not, to some one else&mdash;any one else, as soon as we can. But
+we must handle him with care. Ah! I had better get the Rabbi to talk to
+him; the Rabbi has tact. And, for the present, we must let Rosa be.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Esther</span>. <i>A knock on the door</i>.</p>
+
+<p>Aaron. Come in!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Aaron</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>Good morning!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Good morning!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>Good morning!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>I shouldn't have come, my friend, if I hadn't promised Esther. For I've
+been thinking it over; and if there is any question of your son marrying
+my daughter, I tell you I will give eight thousand guilders and no more!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>All because I said "Good morning" to you. I have been considering it. I
+am willing to talk with you. As you probably said in your sleep last
+night, if you can get rid of your daughter without paying more than ten
+thousand guilders, you'll be pretty well satisfied.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>Eh&mdash;what?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Come on, it's time to start to the synagogue; we'll have a talk on the
+way.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>But, my dear sir, eight thousand&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>No; as you said in your sleep&mdash;ten thousand!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt all.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Samson</span>, <i>cautiously</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Samson.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Rosa! Rosa! [<i>Aside.</i>] A little show of modesty! Rosa! Nevertheless she
+is listening at the other side of that door; she thinks I will betray
+myself in some soliloquy. H'm! [<i>Loudly.</i>] Ah&mdash;she's not here; how the
+blood rushed to my heart, like the sea beating against a rock, when I
+thought I should have two golden moments alone with her! [<i>He stands on
+lowest cupboard shelf to be near her door, which is upstairs.</i>] But
+she's gone!&mdash;gone forth to air her beauty. Such beauty! Such a face,
+such a form! Night after night she floats in my dreams&mdash;[<i>he steps up
+one shelf nearer</i>]&mdash;for I love her so that I have not slept a wink for
+weeks.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Daniel</span>, <i>unobserved by</i> <span class="smcap">Samson</span>.</p>
+
+<p>And if she were here I would tell her so! I could gratify her tastes!
+For once her love is mine. [<i>He draws a bunch of keys from his pocket.</i>]
+She shall hear such music as this from morn till night&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>He jingles the keys.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Rosa</span>.</p>
+
+<p>One&mdash;two&mdash;three&mdash;four&mdash;five&mdash;five gold pieces! Did I come abroad with
+only five? H'm! There are plenty more like these indoors&mdash;yes, in doors!
+And<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span> here I stand perishing with my ardour. Nay, I feel faint&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<span class="smcap">Daniel</span> <i>bursts into loud laughter</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Samson</span>.] You miserable cur! [<span class="smcap">Samson</span> <i>descends sheepishly</i>.] If I
+were of your faith&mdash;if I were not a servitor, without a father, without
+a brother, you would not dare! [<span class="smcap">Daniel</span> <i>laughs</i>.] And you&mdash;if you were a
+little better than he, you would have struck him! What do you want here?
+Go!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Daniel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Look here, my girl, you need not be so virtuous when you talk to us! We
+live next to you&mdash;our windows overlook yours&mdash;eh, Samson?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Samson.</span></p>
+
+<p>Don't you be unpleasant to this lady!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Daniel</span>.] What do you mean?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Daniel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Lady! What do we mean? What's the difference? Rafael is a friend of
+ours. We are most liberal&mdash;most charitable, eh, Samson?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Rafael? Why do you speak of Rafael? What do you mean?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Samson.</span></p>
+
+<p>Now you needn't bring Rafael into it, Daniel. I don't want any&mdash;any
+misapprehension with Rafael.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>You shall have an understanding with him, you cowards&mdash;you vulgar
+beasts! I shall tell him!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Daniel.</span></p>
+
+<p>He'll tell you to hold your tongue. Are you his wife? No; you're a
+Christian servant in his father's house; we know all about that, and
+you'd better learn to take a joke.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Samson.</span></p>
+
+<p>It was only a joke, you know&mdash;only a joke&mdash;(<i>with a forced laugh.</i>)
+[<span class="smcap">Rosa's</span> <i>anger increases</i>.] Now don't you tell Rafael that I was trying
+to get in his way!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>What do you mean? Get in his way? He would flick you over his shoulder
+into the canal. I shall tell him!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Samson.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Don't&mdash;don't bring Rafael into it! Hasn't he enough on his mind already?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>Would anything so slight as you increase his burden? You cowards! You
+both fear him! You <i>may</i> fear him!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Rafael</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Hallo! News! news! I've seen Hanakoff&mdash;and Hanakoff
+says&mdash;Hanakoff&mdash;what's the matter? What is the matter? Which of you was
+it? Rosa, what did they do?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Pointing to</i> <span class="smcap">Samson</span>.] Let him speak.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Samson.</span></p>
+
+<p>Why&mdash;why, she can't take a joke&mdash;that's all.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Oh, a joke. What was the joke? What was the joke?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Daniel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Oh, everything is a joke. Don't we live across the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span> street? Can two
+people help putting their heads together once in a while? Well, of
+course, if you&mdash;if she&mdash;if we&mdash;why, of course&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>What did they say?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>They said&mdash;they insinuated that&mdash;that&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>I know what they said. You&mdash;I&mdash;[<i>He takes hold of them both.</i>] Two
+people can't help putting their heads together! If you will meet me in
+some seclusion, my two good friends, I'll show you how two heads can be
+so put together that two people shall see stars enough to read their
+horoscopes. You shall read in those stars the name of Rosa&mdash;Rosa who,
+God search my soul, is purer than the snows on the crest of the
+Jungfrau. Quite properly&mdash;[<i>as he causes them to bend low</i>]&mdash;quite
+properly, they bend in homage, Rosa! And Daniel here, Daniel whom the
+starving lions would not taste&mdash;the story never seemed to me so true as
+now&mdash;he says that what he said he did not say, and can't remember what
+it was, and is most sorry that he said it&mdash;and see&mdash;[<i>forces
+them</i>]&mdash;bends low. I thank you for your courtesy. And Samson,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span> he that
+slew the thousands with the jawbone of an ass&mdash;which is his jawbone to
+this day&mdash;he's swallowing those words he spoke, so eagerly that he
+chokes! Ha, ha! my ardent friends! [<i>He turns them about ironically.</i>]
+And must you go? Ah, well! [<i>He pushes them towards the door.</i>] If you
+insist&mdash;if you insist&mdash;Good-bye! Good-bye! [<i>He throws them violently
+out.</i>] [<i>Then to</i> <span class="smcap">Rosa</span>.] I have seen Hanakoff; he is going to play my
+music to-night; and if&mdash;Rosa&mdash;[<span class="smcap">Rosa</span> <i>bursts into tears</i>.] Rosa!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>Go away from me!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>But why, Rosa&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>Let me be! You shall never touch me again! I hate you&mdash;I loathe you&mdash;all
+of you!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>But have I not disposed of them! Is there anything else? My darling!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>No, never again; never shall you lay your hand on me! I know what lies
+before me now. I am your wife<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span> and you will not proclaim me. I am your
+wife and they insult me, and you bundle them off without a word such as
+I wanted, as if I were your mistress, who must not be vexed! I know now;
+last night you soothed me over&mdash;you took me in your arms before him; but
+he is blind&mdash;he did not understand&mdash;he only suspected something foul;
+and so it will grow, until his suspicion makes an open accusation; and
+then you will stand revealed&mdash;you will shrink away from me&mdash;you will
+cry, "I have sinned in the sight of the synagogue," and I shall be cast
+out of doors&mdash;a broken plaything, a husk of yesterday!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Rosa! Rosa! Are you not my wife?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>Your wife&mdash;here in the Ghetto&mdash;here among your people? No, to them I am
+a Christian&mdash;to them I cannot be your wife&mdash;to them I am a sacrilege&mdash;an
+insult in their teeth! Oh! as one who enters hell I entered here&mdash;a
+steaming hell of avarice; not life&mdash;but a sickly poisoned dream of gain,
+gain&mdash;always gain. I thought I saw a bright light shining in this horrid
+place. I flew to you&mdash;I gave you my soul&mdash;to find
+myself&mdash;ugh!&mdash;only&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Horror! that you should even think such things!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>Think such things! You say you love me with all your heart&mdash;with all
+your soul. How great is your soul that dares not the anger of a father
+who is wrong?&mdash;a soul that fears poverty, disinheritance, the hatred of
+the Ghetto? You fear that you would be cast off, that you would suffer
+want and ridicule, that your father would never feed you and clothe you
+again; and when that fear comes into your heart what room is left for
+me? Love! Ugh! Ugh! What is <i>your</i> love! The love of the way that is
+easiest, the love of the son of honest Sachel&mdash;the love of a Jew!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Slowly, sorrowfully.</i>] And now <i>you</i> say "Jew!" "Jew!" as they say it
+in the streets, among the mob, when I go beyond the Ghetto. It sounds
+strange from lips that I thought loved me; it sounds strange from the
+daughter of your father! Such a man he was! When you and I had our first
+long talks together, and you told me of the noble deeds your father had
+done in behalf of the Jews, I couldn't help<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span> loving you for his sake;
+and now you call me Jew! I <i>am</i> a Jew. Never forget that I am a Jew. I
+have married you; and when it is known I shall have no standing among
+Jews. The orthodox will avoid me as a pariah, and the mob of Jews will
+howl at me when I go into the street. And I shall still be a Jew&mdash;proud
+of my race, proud of its fortitude, of the great triumph which shall
+come to us Jews when we have shaken off the material shell which hides
+our spirits, and makes us no better and no worse than the Christians!
+No, no! You are angry&mdash;you don't care what you say! You are angry&mdash;and
+you sneer at my father. What do you know against my father's honesty?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>He is the father of a man who has married me and dares not proclaim me.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Dares not! Dares not! Ah, you little know me if you think that! Rosa,
+Rosa! Look here! My dear little girl, you are all wrong. We have agreed
+on this point. It was yourself who said that we must not tell of our
+marriage yet. [<span class="smcap">Rosa</span> <i>sinks into a chair</i>.] You said that I must give my
+time to my music, until I had made a name&mdash;until we could go forth on<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span>
+our own footing&mdash;not cast out of that door&mdash;without a cent between us,
+to be reviled and hustled by the mob. And I thought of my father&mdash;of his
+old age&mdash;of his pain. If he <i>is</i> wrong&mdash;if he <i>is</i> what he should not
+be, he's still my father&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>He called me a demon just now! He opened the door and was about to bid
+me go from here. He said my father came out of hell. He called me a
+vampire&mdash;he called me a snake&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Oh&mdash;! Oh&mdash;! Rosa, poor little Rosa!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Weeping.</i>] I only want you to love me. I want to know it&mdash;to know that
+they cannot, shall not take you from me! Tell me so, Rafael; burn it
+into my heart, Rafael!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Yes, it must be burned into your heart, dear. Before to-night it shall
+be. I love you! I dare anything for the sake of my love for you!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>Rafael!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Knock at the door. She rushes upstairs.</i></p>
+
+<p>Rafael!<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span> But your father&mdash;[<i>knock</i>]&mdash;you mustn't tell him!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Hush! [<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Rosa</span>. <span class="smcap">Rafael</span> <i>goes to the window; sees</i> <span class="smcap">Rebecca</span>.] Rebecca!
+She knows that the old people will be at the synagogue at this hour.
+What does she want here? A true daughter of her father, and yet she has
+many virtues, I suppose! I wish she would take her virtues and go home!
+I want to get at my music.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Rebecca</span>.</p>
+
+<p>Oh, some friend of Rosa, I suppose?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>What&mdash;don't you know me? I am Rebecca&mdash;I used to know you once.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Oh, Rebecca&mdash;Abram's daughter, of course. Won't you&mdash;&mdash;?</p>
+
+<p class="right"> [<i>Points to a chair.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>Not Abram's daughter, Rafael; Aaron's daughter. My father was here only
+yesterday.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Oh, Aaron's daughter! Oh yes! Aaron was here only yesterday!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>Yes.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>And now you are here.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>Yes. He came to sell some wool.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Some wool? I thought it was a lamb he came to sell. Ah well! [<i>Motions
+to chair.</i>] Let us proceed to business.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>But I did not come on business.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>We are quite alone.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>From what your friends Samson and Daniel have just told me, I should
+think not.</p>
+
+<p class="right">
+[<i>She examines the room.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>How do you like it?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Laughs.</i>] Father said I ought to come and see Esther.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Oh, so your father&mdash;a thoughtful man; your father, a man of tact,
+admirable tact!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>You say such strange things!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>A pause. She begins to struggle with a ring on her finger.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Yawning.</i>] Admirable tact!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>This ring&mdash;it's so tight&mdash;it hurts my finger so! I took it from Isaac's
+son one time&mdash;when we played that our fathers had engaged us to marry. I
+don't suppose it was quite proper of me, was it, Rafael? It was years
+ago&mdash;but&mdash;but&mdash;[<i>pulls</i>]&mdash;it doesn't come easily! [<i>She stretches out
+her hand to him.</i>] Don't you want to clear it away, Rafael?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Goes to the cupboard.</i>] Just a moment.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>With her hand still out.</i>] Everybody out, Rafael?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Bringing a plate.</i>] There's not a Jew in the house.</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>He removes the ring easily, and gives it to her on the plate.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Vexed.</i>] Your servant&mdash;that Christian person&mdash;I suppose she's
+listening at that door?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>He sits on the table.</i>] You might go up and see.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>After hesitating, she runs up the stairs and opens the door.</i>] Oh! I
+don't believe there is any one in the house but us! I'm afraid to come
+down!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>You needn't be!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>You mustn't come up!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>They'll be home soon. Let us proceed to business.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Archly coming down one step.</i>] Do you call it business?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>I can't say I do. I weigh 12 stone, Rebecca, and your father won't give
+but 8000 guilders. That's&mdash;that's 666 guilders a stone; 14 into 666,
+that's only 45 guilders a pound! And&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>No, it's over 47&frac12; guilders a pound.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>I am sure you are right&mdash;only 47&frac12; guilders a pound he'll give for me.
+No, I can't say I call that business.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Coming down a step.</i>] You don't seem to have much sentiment about it,
+Rafael.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Ah, if it were only a matter of sentiment! [<i>She comes down two steps.</i>]
+But sentiment after business,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span> Rebecca, after business. I am 40 inches
+round the chest, Rebecca; and if my heart should swell I should be
+doubtless 45. But at eight thousand guilders, Rebecca, it doesn't swell!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>But I&mdash;I don't like to talk this way, Rafael; it doesn't seem to me
+quite&mdash;quite nice.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>That is your delicacy, Rebecca, your extreme delicacy. But we must not
+mix delicacy with business, Rebecca. He sticks at eight thousand, and
+not a thing, I suppose, in the way of dresses, finery, rigging&mdash;&mdash;?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>It's really most unpleasant to have to talk of such things. Of course I
+shall have a dozen of everything; father has told me so&mdash;when I am&mdash;when
+I&mdash;I can't say it! I really can't speak of it.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>That's your shrinking nature, Rebecca, your extreme sensitiveness! H'm!
+How should a man's heart know which way to beat? On the one side the
+daughter, with her delicacy, her shrinking nature; on the other side the
+father, who sticks at eight thousand<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span> guilders! No; at eight thousand I
+will not love you. It would not be dignified at eight thousand!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Coming down the remaining steps.</i>] But you don't suppose that if my
+father were willing to give, say, ten thousand, he would begin at more
+than eight thousand; not with <i>your</i> father&mdash;now would he, Rafael? But I
+think that nowadays, when young people are to be&mdash;when they intend&mdash;they
+ought to have some sentiment for each other.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>H'm!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>And, moreover, I think that young men should be more careful as to how
+they let themselves be talked about&mdash;more careful than you are. They
+call you an infidel, Rafael, and they say disagreeable things about you
+and this impertinent servant of yours.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>They do! [<i>A pause.</i>] Of course, if we were to contemplate
+matrimony&mdash;you and I&mdash;such a matter would be very serious.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>It certainly would.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>And so it's very fortunate, Rebecca, that we have been talking in a kind
+of irony&mdash;you and I&mdash;over a matter which was never even remotely
+possible! Isn't it?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>After a pause.</i>] Yes, <i>very</i> fortunate. It would have been most
+unfortunate for you if you had ever entertained the idea. If your father
+or mine entertain it, we must speedily end that. Go on with your
+scullerymaid; it's nothing to me.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>No, it's nothing to you, Rebecca! You and I don't want to marry, and
+they are trying to chain us together against our wills! We must fight
+them, Rebecca! We must put our backs against the wall! Your father will
+whisper avarice to you. He'll bid you look around. "This is thy
+neighbour's house," he'll say. "It will all be Rafael's;
+see&mdash;see&mdash;treasure, value, gain; see the jewels there, the gold and
+silver, the rich laces and old articles of art&mdash;all his, my girl&mdash;and
+his father will die soon! He'll die of joy if he gets eight thousand
+guilders with his daughter-in-law. And then it will be all yours&mdash;yours
+and Rafael's; yours to hug and wrap your soul around, my girl;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span>
+all&mdash;all, from the last atom of diamond dust in the cases there, to the
+rust on the nail in the latch on the door that keeps away the moans of
+the starving!"</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>But do you think&mdash;&mdash;?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>But you won't be betrayed by an old man's lust for gold. No! You'll say:
+"Father, I have a heart; I will not give myself to one I do not love, to
+soothe your itching palm!" You'll look well saying that, Rebecca! You'll
+stand and face him in the dignity of truth! You'll be defending the next
+generation against the crawling viper of greed! I'd like to be there!
+I'd like to see the flash in your eyes; even now you cannot think of it
+without fire in your look! I see the anger of righteousness; I cannot
+too deeply express my respect, Rebecca!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>Do you think I don't know what you mean? You think I want to marry
+you&mdash;to get you away from this vile creature&mdash;this unthinkable person
+who&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Rosa</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Will you be so good as to say no more about Rosa!<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span> If a man&mdash;[<i>He checks
+himself.</i>] Let me tell you what she is to me&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>Rafael, Rafael!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>Oh! She calls you Rafael! She was listening all the time! What they say
+is true: you thrust your shameful doings in my face! I shall tell my
+father&mdash;I shall tell everyone; they will stone you from the Ghetto! You
+tried to make a fool of me; and you&mdash;you&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>She bursts into tears. Exit.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>And now I'm going to break my poor old father's heart. I am going to
+tell him that you and I were married by the Civil Authority beyond the
+Ghetto, that we are one and indivisible. Poor old man! I am not without
+love for my father, you know. He will think that I am lost for ever; he
+will turn me away from his door with a curse on his lips; and then, when
+we are gone, he'll sink down in his chair and weep; a broken life, an
+old age come to nothing! And he may die at any moment&mdash;it may kill
+him&mdash;and he <i>might</i> have died and never have known it.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Rafael, I can't be the cause of his death! Don't tell him, Rafael! I
+will try to live on&mdash;as we are.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Live on as we are, with this doubt in your heart? You have said I dared
+not face poverty for your sake. Such a doubt must be killed at any cost.
+I won't have it coming back to you to mar your faith in me in after
+years. No; there's no question of my not telling him; there's only the
+question of how to tell him.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>Rafael, I would rather you wouldn't! I have been selfish; I forgot about
+your father; I forgot about your music.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>My father will probably speak first of Rebecca. I shall say: "No,
+father, I will marry no woman I do not love." Then that will be settled;
+my father will let the matter drop. Then I shall tell him about you.
+Either he will be violent or he will ask me a few questions between his
+teeth, such as: "How much money have you?"</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>Nothing!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Or, "What vocation are you master of?"</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>The music&mdash;if he could only hear&mdash;&mdash;!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>My father is as deaf to my art as he is blind. "Are you master of an
+art, when it will not yield you bread?" he will say.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>But it will yield you bread, if you will but wait, Rafael!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>I was very happy when I came through that door. I saw Hanakoff this
+morning. He is going to play my Fantasia to-night, Rosa, before the
+aristocracy; he is going to let me lead his orchestra! And in a month he
+would have played my Symphony!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>Would have! Why not, then?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Why not? It won't be possible, Rosa.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>It must be possible! Why not? Why not?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Well, because the Symphony isn't finished, and in the time when I
+thought to finish it I shall be working with my hands to keep us from
+starving&mdash;if a man can keep from starving by working with his hands!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>Rafael, you shall not tell your father! You shall not sacrifice your
+career to me. I wounded you too deeply. I didn't mean what I said&mdash;I
+didn't realise what I was doing. See, dear, we must wait for the
+Symphony. You must go on with your work&mdash;you must have peace&mdash;you must
+know that I love you&mdash;that I cannot doubt you! Don't you feel that the
+music will succeed?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>It must succeed! It's beautiful. My God, I know it's beautiful! Because
+it is you, Rosa, shining through my art, lifting up my spirit till I
+can't call the work mine. It comes from you and from God!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>Then, against my will, will you put me between<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span> God and the message he
+sends to the world through you? No!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>I must accept the challenge you have made. I am a musician; but I'm a
+man first!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>But&mdash;but I&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>She weeps.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Don't&mdash;don't! And this is the day I had looked forward to for so many
+weary months; my music has found a great man who believes in it, and on
+that day my spirit is sunken within me; I am waiting to give my father a
+blow that may kill him, and the woman I love so tenderly is sobbing her
+foolish little heart out on my knee!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Springing up.</i>] Not now! I have stopped sobbing&mdash;the tears have
+cleared my eyes&mdash;I see better than you! I will not have you magnify the
+doubt I threw into my angry words. There was no doubt; I spoke falsely.
+Have I not given you my life? I should not dare to doubt you! There are
+things that must not, shall not be done. We are going to pass through a
+fire of hatred, scorn, ridicule. We <i>must</i> have success,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span> we <i>must</i>
+triumph, and we must protect your father from harm. Go! Tell your father
+you cannot marry Rebecca; tell him he must not think of that. Lead him
+home, speak kind words to him, but don't tell him of me. And then go to
+work on your Symphony. You say I inspired it. You touch my vanity. I
+want to inspire it to the end! Don't mind me, don't think of me. Work,
+work, and only let me once in a while come softly, silently, and&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>She kisses his hand.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Rosa! Rosa! How you tempt me! I want to do what is right. I can't tell
+which it is, but the child of my soul is coming forth into the world,
+and your kiss is so like a mother's kiss&mdash;it seems to bid me be gentle
+to my child&mdash;not to kill it before it is born. Oh, how I love my
+music&mdash;love it because it lets me express my love for you! I say the
+world shall never forget how I loved you when my music goes down to
+history! Rosa, Rosa, can you wait&mdash;can you trust me?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Joyfully.</i>] You are going to grant my prayer&mdash;you're going to
+wait&mdash;wait! I'm so glad&mdash;I'm so glad!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Unless they force me to it, I'll wait. I must go and find my father;
+it's late already. And then to the Symphony! Ah, you&mdash;you are my
+Symphony&mdash;it cannot fail! We must have success&mdash;and then let the Ghetto
+do what it can! I ought to be back in an hour. Will you steal a moment
+to let me tell you how things stand?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>Yes! yes! Good-bye! good-bye! Remember, there is no Rosa&mdash;she does not
+exist!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<span class="smcap">Rafael</span> <i>shakes his head laughingly; kisses her. Exit. She stands
+smiling and happy</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">A Voice Without.</span></p>
+
+<p>That was the man; he's going to marry a Christian!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>Oh!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Another Voice.</span></p>
+
+<p>He's going to marry the Christian servant in his father's house!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Various Voices.</span></p>
+
+<p>Oh! Shame! shame! [<span class="smcap">Rosa</span> <i>runs to the window</i>.] Oh! Oh!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Second Voice.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>It's a sacrilege! He's an infidel!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Third Voice.</span></p>
+
+<p>He's a dog!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Mingled cries of "Yes, yes!"</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>What will they do? That girl! that girl! she has told them!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The First Voice.</span></p>
+
+<p>Shall he do this in our teeth and not suffer?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Various Voices.</span></p>
+
+<p>No, no!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>Ah! they'll stone him! Ah! O God, it might be the last time he ever
+touched my lips!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">A Woman's Voice.</span></p>
+
+<p>Stone him! Stone him! He mocks our God!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>Ah, Rafael! What shall I do?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Various Voices.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>He does! He's a dog! He insults us all! Out of the Ghetto with him! Come
+on!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>A number of rough men and women charge along the street, and are
+seen through the window, repeating their cries, which then begin to
+diminish in the distance.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>It has come! He's alone&mdash;he'll face them&mdash;he will not yield an inch! [<i>A
+rising yell of the mob is heard.</i>] Rafael! No, he shall not be alone!
+No! No!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>She opens the door. A yell from the mob farther in the distance;
+she locks the door and runs off past the window. A still more
+distant yell from the mob dying away.</i></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="center">END OF THE SECOND ACT.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span></p>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE THIRD ACT</span></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="scene"><span class="smcap">Scene</span>: <i>A street. At the right the entrance to the synagogue, with
+steps and a portico. At the left the house of</i> <span class="smcap">Aaron</span>, <i>before which
+are some chairs, in the shade of an awning. Some trees and shrubs
+give a grateful contrast to the surroundings of</i> <span class="smcap">Sachel's</span> <i>house, seen
+in</i> <span class="smcap">Act I</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="scene"><i>The final chant of a Jewish service is heard within the synagogue.
+Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Rebecca</span>, <i>flushed from her interview with</i> <span class="smcap">Rafael</span>, <i>as the chant
+ends, and among others</i>, <span class="smcap">Aaron</span> <i>comes out of the synagogue</i>.</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>Ah, you've come back! Did you find Esther at home?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>No; you knew she would not be at home!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Eh! After you had gone, my dear, there I saw her, going into the
+synagogue.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Rosa</span>; <i>she looks about anxiously</i>.</p>
+
+<p>Well, how did you&mdash;how did you get on?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Angrily, seeing</i> <span class="smcap">Rosa</span>.] I&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Seeing</i> <span class="smcap">Rosa</span>.] 'Sh! It's all arranged, my girl! You wanted him; now
+you have him. Are you happy?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Her eyes on</i> <span class="smcap">Rosa</span>, <i>with growing malevolence</i>.] Yes.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>Go in. Rafael is coming here, and the Rabbi&mdash;a quiet talk. Make yourself
+look well; the boy's a little high-strung, you know. By-and-by we will
+go out by the shop door; we will come round this way and join them. We
+must use tact. Will you come in?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Still facing</i> <span class="smcap">Rosa</span>.] In a moment.</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Aaron</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Overcoming a reluctance.</i>] Have you seen Rafael?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>He's not here. [<i>Malignantly.</i>] He went home again.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>Do you speak the truth?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>If I spoke all the truth I know you would not stay to hear it!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>All the truth you know would not take long to tell!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>She hates me! She shall hate me more!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exit into the house.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Sachel</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Esther</span> <i>from the synagogue; she looks about</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>You do not see him?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>Not yet.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>He won't come; he suspects that the Rabbi will try to influence him.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Samson</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Daniel</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>He said he would walk home with us. Good afternoon, have you seen
+Rafael?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Daniel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Good afternoon. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Samson</span>.] <i>Have</i> we seen Rafael!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Samson.</span></p>
+
+<p>Is he looking for us?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>He might be; he does not care what vagabond he goes with.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Daniel.</span></p>
+
+<p>It is true! For I hear he is about to turn Christian and marry his
+father's maid-servant!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Samson.</span></p>
+
+<p>And any one who dislikes it is to be thrown out of the house&mdash;even if it
+be his father! Daniel, shall we stay to meet such a person?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Daniel.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>I scorn the interview!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>You are rascals and liars! [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Esther</span>.] They speak the truth! It is
+Rosa who has turned my son against me!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>Oh, be still! Here comes the Rabbi!</p>
+
+<p class="scene"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">The Rabbi</span>, <i>with a father, a mother, and their son, who seems
+subdued, as if after an exhortation by</i> <span class="smcap">The Rabbi</span>. <span class="smcap">The Rabbi</span>
+<i>dismisses them blandly</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Rabbi.</span></p>
+
+<p>That boy came as stubborn as a donkey, but a little touch of sympathy,
+enough concession to soothe his pride, a little tact withal, and he
+departs as meek as a lamb.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>But Rafael is my son, and you cannot twist him about your finger. He has
+no heart; he treats me like a dog. They say he is foul of my
+maid-servant. If it's true&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Rabbi.</span></p>
+
+<p>'Sh! 'sh! Scandalous! Are you every gossip's<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span> plaything? Come! Violence,
+violence&mdash;we shall do nothing with violence. Rafael is young,
+short-sighted and stubborn; but he's a good fellow at heart. We must
+handle him delicately, like a big trout. You leave him to me, and he
+will stay at home and marry Aaron's daughter, willingly.</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>They sit in front of</i> <span class="smcap">Aaron's</span> <i>house</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>Now what did I tell you, you silly old man!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Rabbi.</span></p>
+
+<p>Silly old man! Not at all. An affectionate father, deeply troubled about
+his only child&mdash;sorely vexed because too many things have gone wrong at
+once! Would you have him sit still and not open his month? Oh no, Sachel
+is not the man to let things take care of themselves!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>It is true! What does she know about the feelings of a parent? Ah, I
+would mould things now, Rabbi, but times have changed. Once, as it is
+written in the Books of Moses, a son must obey his father, or he would
+be stoned to the gates of the city! That was right!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Rabbi.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>It was right then; but, as you so very rightly observe, Sachel, times
+have changed; and when one throws stones now, one must pay for the
+windows. So, instead of stoning Rafael, we shall marry him to Rebecca;
+and in time you shall be the grandfather of a boy; a boy, I say! Ha, ha,
+ha! You don't laugh enough, Sachel!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>I cannot laugh! I tell you there is a serpent in my house. This
+girl&mdash;this Rosa, I could swear that she&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Rabbi.</span></p>
+
+<p>Shame! shame! I won't hear about it! It was for you that I was
+preaching, but you do not listen when you come to synagogue. Of course,
+you were thinking about Rafael. You leave him to me. He shall marry
+Rebecca, do you hear? In such matters as this you are a child!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>He shall do my bidding, or he shall go in rags! 'Sh!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>They all listen. Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Rafael</span>, <i>with his hand bound up carelessly
+in a handkerchief</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Rabbi.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Why, it's Rafael! What an unexpected pleasure!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>It <i>is</i> a long time since I have seen you.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Daniel and Samson are liars! But if it were true, I would&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Rabbi.</span></p>
+
+<p>Tut, tut! What's the matter? Mumbling about business matters on the
+Sabbath! Well, well, how you've shot up since&mdash;since&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Since last I came to the synagogue I have had time to grow.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Rabbi.</span></p>
+
+<p>I pass that over. I don't look upon you as gone astray. You are seeking
+for the light, and when you find it, whether you think so now or not,
+you will find it there! [<i>Indicating the synagogue.</i>] Just as when you
+find happiness you will find it here.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>In the house of Aaron?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Rabbi.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>With your father, and at home, under the roof where your mother lived.
+Ah! what a fine career is open to you in following out your father's
+business! It isn't every boy who has such opportunities!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Business! You in your synagogue&mdash;you ought to be the enemy of business.
+You ought to preach it to our people without end that their life of
+morning, noon, and night, and not a breath drawn but for sake of gain,
+is a sickly mockery of life, and that it is against the law of Moses!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Rabbi.</span></p>
+
+<p>Another prophet! Business, gain, contrary to the laws of Moses! Go on,
+my boy! Let us have the sermon you would preach! Ha, ha! Go on! Now I
+shall learn something.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Have I not read in the Book of Moses how the people divided the soil,
+and there was no one who had more than another; and there was no
+grinding of the poor, and there was never any selling of lands: "For
+mine is the soil, and you are but strangers unto<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span> Me!" And among them
+was not business despised? How did Jacob speak of Issachar?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Rabbi.</span></p>
+
+<p>Bravo! "A strong ass," eh? Ha, ha, ha! You've been deep in the
+Pentateuch. Where will you find such inspirations in any other Sacred
+Book? But you should read them under guidance, you foolish boy!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Under guidance! There is a guidance born in me that takes me where I am,
+and I do not fear! It is a guidance that lives to-day; it is not a
+guidance dug from the bones of a dead people of the dim past! I know.
+You are going to say that Solomon did business, that David did business.
+I don't care if they did! And you tell me that I skim the surface, that
+I miss the spirit of the Jewish faith; and I tell you that it is this
+spirit that my soul revolts against&mdash;the spirit that holds our people in
+chains&mdash;the chains of the Ghetto!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Rabbi.</span></p>
+
+<p>Ghetto! There is no Ghetto! We do not live in Ghettos now, my boy!
+Preposterous!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>And now <i>you</i> are skimming the surface, and <i>you</i> will not see the truth
+that underlies! You say there is no Ghetto! Could I ever play with any
+but another Jew when I was a child? Could I ever eat with a Christian?
+Was I ever taught by any but a Jew? No, you have taught me to despise
+the Christians!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Rabbi.</span></p>
+
+<p>They persecuted us for ages; they have not taught us to admire them.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>They have ceased to persecute us, they have taken down the stones of the
+Ghetto walls, but still we are taught to despise them; still we try to
+think ourselves the chosen people. We set ourselves as a race against
+them and the universal brotherhood of man. This is the proof of it: <i>our
+women we marry, theirs we pay!</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Rabbi.</span></p>
+
+<p>That is not true; it's a shameful calumny!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>I can pick you ten young men to prove it&mdash;out of those that heard you
+preach to-day!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Rabbi.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>How dare you say such a thing! Are you a Jew no longer? Am I speaking to
+a Christian?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>You are speaking to a Jew who claims to-day and to-morrow as his
+own&mdash;not yesterday! A Jew who believes that it shall not be asked if a
+man worship in a synagogue or in a cathedral, in a chapel or in a
+mosque, or in silence and solitude under God's own dome! And the
+falsehood you have brought me up by; our hatred and our bigotry which
+keeps us away from them, our cursed earthiness which keeps them away
+from us&mdash;I loathe it all&mdash;I hate it&mdash;I will fight it as long as I live!
+I am a Jew&mdash;a Jew of to-day and to-morrow; and every man whom God
+created in his image is my brother!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Rabbi.</span></p>
+
+<p>The boy's gone daft! Daft!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>No, not that; he's been poisoned&mdash;poisoned by this damned creature in my
+house! She's his&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Rabbi.</span></p>
+
+<p>Be still! I lost my self-control&mdash;set me a better<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span> example. I&mdash;I&mdash;it is
+many years&mdash;indeed, I may say I have never listened to such a tirade!
+Let me tell you, you will live to regret what you have said here in the
+very shadow of the synagogue. I will not treat it seriously; I cannot!
+That you&mdash;a mere boy who has gobbled a bit here and a bit there from the
+Book of Law, should have the monstrous effrontery to&mdash;to&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Father, are you ready to walk home now?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>I&mdash;I am not rested yet.</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>He pokes</i> <span class="smcap">The Rabbi</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>From the sermon?</p>
+
+<p class="scene"><i>Enter two rough fellows, supporting another, who has a swollen eye;
+they stand at a distance, with sinister looks at</i> <span class="smcap">Rafael</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Ha, ha! [<i>Pokes</i> <span class="smcap">The Rabbi</span>.] You don't laugh enough!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Rabbi.</span></p>
+
+<p>As I was about to say, when I was interrupted, you have said that Rafael
+wants to go away. Then let<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span> him go! When he comes back he'll have a
+different view of his people. Do you fear he won't come back; not come
+back to his home&mdash;to his blind old father? You are foolish, Sachel!
+Drive him away, and he'll find that there is no home in the world like a
+Jewish home&mdash;that a clock ticks nowhere in the world as it does by one's
+own hearth. Ah, the Christians don't know what family life is; they have
+nothing to compare with ours. It is because we stay by one another,
+because we are sober and temperate and industrious and respectful of our
+elders!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<span class="smcap">Rafael</span> <i>goes up, faces the three men at the back; they slink off.
+He returns, showing a new determination in his face</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>He ought to marry; then he would appreciate that.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Rabbi.</span></p>
+
+<p>Marry? Who spoke of marrying? He doesn't want to marry yet; I wouldn't
+have him marry yet. Don't try to hurry Rafael; he's not the fellow to
+stand it. My dear friends, when the time comes, and a strong,
+fine-looking young fellow makes up his mind that&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>It is a good idea. I have been thinking of marriage all day.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Eh, you have? Now what sort of thoughts did you have? I suppose you
+thought I would object, eh?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>But he doesn't know any girls. He never looks at them!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>I know one.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>Indeed! And whom, pray?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Aaron's daughter&mdash;Rebecca. Do you know her?</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<span class="smcap">Sachel</span> <i>nudges</i> <span class="smcap">The Rabbi</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>This is where she lives; and she came to see us yesterday, with her
+father.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Indeed! What did he come for?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>To sell some wool! She's a fine girl, I should say.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>A delicate person&mdash;a retiring person&mdash;a shrinking person!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>Oh, not too much so.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>As if disappointed.</i>] Then you think she is not so sensitive a
+creature?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>Well, I should say she <i>was</i> perhaps rather sensitive.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Rabbi.</span></p>
+
+<p>Shrinking, I should say.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Shrinking; she is shrinking, I should say!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>A pause.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>Well&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Rabbi.</span></p>
+
+<p>And&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>And did&mdash;&mdash;?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Eh? Rain&mdash;rain? Oh no!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Rabbi.</span></p>
+
+<p>Speaking of Rebecca reminds me, and I will tell you an anecdote&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Curious coincidence that, just as my mind was full of thoughts of love
+and matrimony, in should burst this same Rebecca!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Eh? eh?</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>He nudges</i> <span class="smcap">The Rabbi</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Rabbi.</span></p>
+
+<p>Curious? Not at all! Beauty, health, cleverness&mdash;the idea is in the air,
+wherever she goes. If I were a young man&mdash;but such matters are not for
+my concern until they are brought to the synagogue&mdash;I should&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<span class="smcap">Rebecca</span> <i>appears at the window of</i> <span class="smcap">Aaron's</span>
+<i>house</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>True, Rabbi, true! And you do wisely not to meddle with them. Do you
+know there was a faint suggestion<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span> in the air&mdash;like the subtle odour of
+some tender flower&mdash;that possibly Rebecca would not be averse to
+marrying me!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Well, well, well! Hee, hee!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>He nudges</i> <span class="smcap">The Rabbi</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>Dear me; love at first sight!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Not at first sight; we have had previous interviews&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Eh? eh? The rascal!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>&mdash;&mdash;about fourteen years ago. And now we have met again, and I thought
+she would be willing to marry me, but being so shrinking a creature,
+like&mdash;what shall I say&mdash;like a snail withdrawing into its shell&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<span class="smcap">Rebecca</span> <i>draws back in pain</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Mildly deprecating.</i>] Oh!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>She would not say so in as many words.</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<span class="smcap">Rebecca</span> <i>looks out again</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>I am sorry for the poor girl; for, if the truth be told&mdash;But, there, you
+are not serious about anything!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Why do you say "poor girl" when she would bring&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Rabbi.</span></p>
+
+<p>But Rafael doesn't look to dowries; he has a romantic turn. The fact
+that she would bring five or six thousand guilders&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Ten thousand guilders!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Ten thousand guilders! [<i>In irony.</i>] H'm! But&mdash;Oh, well, I'm not a very
+keen observer, Rabbi; it is probable that Rebecca never&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Rabbi.</span></p>
+
+<p>On the contrary. For, speaking of that very matter, which, of course, is
+no affair of mine, she&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Quite true, quite true! What did you say, aunt?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>Eh? Oh, I was going to say that she begged your photograph of me
+yesterday, and when it dropped into the canal she was almost ready to
+cry.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>H'm! But it was careless of her to drop me into that nasty canal!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>It blew in; there came a great gust of wind.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>The wind must have been Aaron, disputing the value of his wool!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Rabbi.</span></p>
+
+<p>Good! Good! Ha, ha, ha! He has a mind; he will not let his heart run
+away with his head!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>And so Rebecca&mdash;&mdash;H'm! But I shall not let<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span> my heart run away with my
+purse. I should hold my hot young blood in bounds!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Not always! Not always! A young man must have his day!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>But is she well? Is she sound? One cannot be too cautious. I knew of a
+girl who seemed as strong as a green peach on a tree; and she had not
+been two days married when, what do you think? Why, she died! She knew
+she was going to die, but she never told him! That's awful, awful! Oh!
+Oh! I could not stand a thing like that! [<span class="smcap">The Rabbi</span> <i>rises to look at</i>
+<span class="smcap">Rafael's</span> <i>face</i>.] I have a soul, Rabbi, I know, because you taught me so,
+and a deception like that&mdash;it would kill my love.</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<span class="smcap">Rebecca</span> <i>draws in, distressed</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Rabbi.</span></p>
+
+<p>Are you serious?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Am I serious? He asks me if I am serious! But that was not Rebecca. You
+think Rebecca is&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Rabbi.</span></p>
+
+<p>She's as honest as her father!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Ah! Two of them, as honest as each other! [<span class="smcap">The Rabbi</span> <i>has growing
+appreciation of the irony</i>.] H'm! But a good housewife? A good
+needlewoman? Sharp over the counter? My father has not slaved to feed
+the idleness of another man's daughter!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>I'll answer for that. I thought I could bake cakes, but she's coming
+to-morrow to teach me how! You never tasted such cakes!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Rabbi.</span></p>
+
+<p>Indeed, I believe I have heard them spoken of.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Who has been musing.</i>] Eh&mdash;cakes? You cannot expect a girl to know
+everything. Anyway, she's coming to-morrow; and Esther is going to&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Esther is going to learn from her. Excellent!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Eh? [<i>He is nudged by</i> <span class="smcap">Esther</span>.] Yes, yes!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Good, good! I half suspect that&mdash;that you look with favour on Rebecca.
+We&mdash;we had considerable conversation this morning, we talked of
+money&mdash;and love&mdash;and&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>They talked of love! Now, what did you say of love?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>And we talked of money&mdash;and of children&mdash;and of&mdash;money.</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<span class="smcap">Esther</span> <i>looks at</i> <span class="smcap">The Rabbi</span>; <i>she also now in
+dawning suspicion of</i> <span class="smcap">Rafael's</span> <i>irony</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Ha, ha! They talked of love and children! Of love and children! We must
+have some wine, Rafael&mdash;this is the house of a friend. Esther, you go
+and fetch it. Now what&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>They charge two prices at that place around the corner.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>I say we will have some wine! Some good wine! Go!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Very well; it is a season of denial with us.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Rabbi.</span></p>
+
+<p>But the extreme heat! [<i>Whispers.</i>] Get some from my house.</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Esther</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>H'm! They talked of children and love! And what did you say about
+children, my boy? Ah, they are beautiful things; though I could not see
+one, I could fondle it! What about children, my boy?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>We said that they should each have two cradles; one with a soft pillow
+of burnt wool and one with a hard pillow of burnt cotton, so that they
+should learn the difference before they were old enough to tell the sun
+from a silver coin.</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>An angry gesture from</i> <span class="smcap">The Rabbi</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Eh, what&mdash;H'm! Yes, yes, but later&mdash;later would do as well. And about
+love, Rafael; what did she say about love?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Oh, she is a shrinking creature&mdash;as shrinking as<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span> wool unmixed with
+cotton! And, at first, she would not talk of love, but at length she
+said that when she was married she expected to have a dozen&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>A dozen! That's too large a family in such times as these!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>A dozen of everything.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Ah yes&mdash;a dozen of everything, Rafael; a dozen of the finest. Her father
+has told me so.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Esther</span>, <i>followed by a servant with glasses of wine on a
+tray</i>.</p>
+
+<p>And a dowry of ten thousand guilders! What do you think of that, my boy?
+The wine&mdash;here! I shall propose a toast! [<i>He takes a glass and gives
+glasses to the others</i>; <span class="smcap">Esther</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">The Rabbi</span> <i>take theirs unwillingly</i>.]
+Here! Here!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Rabbi.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Holding his glass toward</i> <span class="smcap">Rafael</span>.] I suggest a toast to an open
+heart&mdash;to a tongue that leads no man astray!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Hear! The Rabbi suggests that&mdash;with <i>his</i> tongue! I'll drink that toast
+with <i>you</i>, Rabbi!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>It is my wine! I am proposing the toast! I&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Rabbi.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Sachel</span>.] You had better drink in silence, and go home. You are
+deceiving yourself: you know not where you stand!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>What! What does he mean, father? Am I deceiving myself? Are you not
+planning to marry me to Rebecca? Do you fear, then, that I have fallen
+in love with her? Is she not an honest girl&mdash;a shrinking girl&mdash;a girl as
+good as Father Aaron?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Yes, and better!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Will she not bring me a dozen of everything, and ten thousand guilders?
+Could man ask more? What's wrong here? Why do they not raise their
+glasses?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Because they will not let me manage my own affairs! He is my son, not
+yours! It is my wine, not yours! Drink, then, drink to Rebecca, the
+richest girl in the Ghetto, a beautiful young girl, a marvellous young
+girl&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<span class="smcap">Esther</span> <i>turns appealingly to</i> <span class="smcap">The Rabbi</span>; <i>both look on in distress and
+perplexity</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>But they do not raise their glasses, father; they will not drink,
+father! Why? Do they see handwriting on the wall? Do they think I have
+forsaken my race? Do they think I have given my heart and soul to the
+heart and soul of another? Why do they not raise their glasses?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Let them throw it on the ground if they will! Every one tries to thwart
+me, every one but you; but they shall not! I am Sachel! Drink with me!
+Drink to Rebecca, your wife, Rafael! For this day I have seen Aaron; I
+have sat with him&mdash;yesterday and to-day I have sat with him! I have
+laboured with him, my boy; your father was not wanting! He would have
+squirmed into my house with eight thousand;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span> but I raised him! I raised
+him two thousand, my boy! We have agreed, agreed! She is yours,
+Rafael&mdash;yours! To Rebecca, my daughter-in-law! Now will you drink&mdash;will
+you clink your glasses? [<i>He reaches about</i>; <i>no one clinks</i>; <span class="smcap">Rafael</span> <i>turns
+away and pours his wine on the ground</i>.] Where are you? I'm all alone!
+What's the matter? What's the matter?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>They have not touched their glasses, father! They stand staring at you,
+without words!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>Sachel, come home!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>What do you mean? You fools, what do I care what you mean! He's going to
+stay at home and be my boy, my comfort, my staff in my old age; he's
+going to marry Rebecca! Rafael and Rebecca! Rafael and Rebecca! Does it
+not sound beautiful&mdash;beautiful!</p>
+
+<p class="scene"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Aaron</span> <i>by way of the street, dragging</i> <span class="smcap">Rebecca</span> <i>by the hand;
+she holds back in deep mortification</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>Ha, ha! It does! It does!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Father!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>Don't be afraid, my girl. [<i>To the others.</i>] I suspected what you were
+doing! Rafael&mdash;[<i>effusively</i>]&mdash;since the day she was born I've had an
+eye on you! Eh, what's the matter? Why are you all so glum?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>He goes to the table and gets a glass, then back.</i>] On this solemn
+occasion, sir, I was about to propose a toast.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Yes.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Goes to table.</i>] We'll drink it here.</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>He offers the glass to</i> <span class="smcap">Rebecca</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>I don't want to drink, father; I want to go in, father!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>Bosh! What are you afraid of? Speak on, my boy!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Yes, speak on, and speak your soul to them! They<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span> need not think to
+thwart this marriage! Let them beware!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Surprised.</i>] What's this about?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>It's about my soul&mdash;my soul that leaps its bounds at last&mdash;my soul that
+speaks from the heart of a man! [<i>A passer-by at the back stops to
+listen.</i>] My soul that dwelt in the wilderness&mdash;a rumbling, roaring,
+raging, lying, sweating wilderness of traffic in the things of earth&mdash;my
+soul in the wilderness crying in vain, in vain, for the love of another
+soul like mine. Is it not so, Rebecca?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>Hear, hear!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>Let me go, father!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Let <i>me</i> go, father; let <i>me</i> go! I would not be slain on the altar,
+father! The knife is in my flesh! This is the blood of my heart! O God,
+crieth<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span> my soul in vain? Where&mdash;where is the angel that shall stay my
+father's hand?</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>A crowd slowly gathers.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>Masterly! Masterly! Here she is! What an auctioneer he would make!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>What an auctioneer I should make! Ah! [<i>He runs and stands on the
+synagogue steps.</i>] My father bids me sell my soul! Shall I sell it
+cheap&mdash;my soul and my heart's blood? Shall it be knocked down to the
+solitary thirsty first who bids? I, to whom the stench of avarice is the
+breath of morning and night&mdash;I, who have seen a man sell his soul on the
+scales&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>What does he mean by that?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>I&mdash;to be knocked down for two pink lips and a banknote! See&mdash;my red
+heart's blood! See&mdash;see&mdash;see! And you would have me sell it for ten
+thousand pieces of silver! And I say no! no! no!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>He wants more! Oh! I will not give it, do you hear? It is an insult to
+ask more&mdash;an insult to my daughter!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>Father, come away!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Esther.</span></p>
+
+<p>Sachel, come home!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Let me be! What does he want? What does he mean?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>Ha, ha! he wants more!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>I want more! The sale shall be public! [<i>The crowd thickens.</i>] I will
+have my price. Who bids more? Who bids? What do you bid, my girl?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rebecca.</span></p>
+
+<p>Nothing&mdash;nothing&mdash;I&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>She bids all she has, and yet I will not take it! More&mdash;more&mdash;who bids
+me more?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>Ha, ha! ten million guilders, idiot!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Rosa</span>, <i>at the back</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>He bids ten million guilders, and that is still too small. You bid
+nothing but money, money; have you nothing else? Who comes? Who bids?
+Who bids? See, see&mdash;[<i>He points to</i> <span class="smcap">Rosa</span>, <i>who has worked forward, pressed
+by the crowd</i>.] Another bidder! Another bidder! The angel&mdash;the angel
+come to stay my father's hand!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<span class="smcap">Esther</span> <i>and others turn fiercely on</i> <span class="smcap">Rosa</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Panic-stricken, pressed by the crowd.</i>] Rafael! Rafael!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>It's Rosa! It's Rosa!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Rosa, Rosa, what do you bid? They bid money, nothing but money; and
+you&mdash;you&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Wringing her hands.</i>] Rafael!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>She calls him Rafael! A curse! A damning curse!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>The crowd murmurs.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Silence! It is my blood we are drinking! It is my soul we are selling!
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Aaron</span>.] And you bid more than all you have, and yet it will not
+do; and you, Rosa, angel&mdash;angel&mdash;for my heart&mdash;for my soul&mdash;bid, bid!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>For your heart&mdash;my heart! For your soul&mdash;my soul!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Ha, ha! Going! Going!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Rabbi.</span></p>
+
+<p>Going the way of the profligate&mdash;to the damned!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exit into the synagogue, closing the doors.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Gone to the highest bidder! She has been my wife for months! [<span class="smcap">Sachel</span>
+<i>sinks into a chair; hisses and groans from the crowd</i>.] Now let the
+Ghetto damn me if it can!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">One of the Crowd.</span></p>
+
+<p>She's a Christian!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>The crowd surround</i> <span class="smcap">Rafael</span>, <i>who holds them at bay</i>.]</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="center">END OF THE THIRD ACT.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span></p>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE FOURTH ACT</span></p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="scene"><span class="smcap">Scene</span>: <i>The same as</i> <span class="smcap">Act I</span>. <i>It is seven days later.</i> <span class="smcap">Aaron</span> <i>discovered
+at the door; he holds some letters in his hand</i>.</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>I had rather talk to you here.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Sachel</span>, <i>pale, bowed and trembling; the two sit on a bench at the
+right</i>.</p>
+
+<p>Then it is true that you have not heard from Rafael for a week? What
+happened that day, after the officers had dispersed the crowd?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>With a sob, then restraining his emotions.</i>] He brought her back here
+to get the few things that belong to her. He said that as soon as he had
+done with Hanakoff he would come and get her. Then he went away. He said
+he would be back in the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span> morning; and he has been gone a week! My God,
+it was I who made him so anxious to leave&mdash;it is the judgment of the
+Almighty upon my sins!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Calculatingly, as he looks at the letters in his hand.</i>] Oh, he's your
+son; I fancy if he got in the vicinity of harm, he saw it before it saw
+him! And the girl, why do you let her stay here?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>The Rabbi! The Rabbi came here and made me promise to keep the girl
+until Rafael could find a home for her. I thought it would be the next
+day; I promised. The Rabbi said he repented the strong words he had
+uttered when he slammed the door of the synagogue. H'm! The Rabbi is not
+much better than you, or at least, than me! The only difference is that
+the Rabbi is always repenting! If Rafael would only come back, I'd let
+him keep the girl here for ever&mdash;what do I care! I want my son&mdash;the only
+thing I live for!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>But doesn't the girl know where he is?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>No, no. Esther kept telling me that Rosa has had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span> no word from Rafael. I
+would not believe it; and this morning I took hold of her; I cursed her
+up and down for not telling me where he was. She said if she knew where
+he was she would walk to him, if it was a thousand miles, rather than
+stay another night under my roof. Then, for the third time this week,
+she had a fit of hysterics&mdash;I never heard such sobs in all my life! When
+she quieted down she went up and put on the rags she first came here in;
+and since then she has refused to take food from us; she won't enter the
+house; she is wandering about here somewhere now. I don't know; though
+she be a Christian and a pauper, I suppose I'll have to accept her for
+my daughter-in-law, if he'll only come!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>She, that broke up your home and took your son away from the finest
+young woman in the Ghetto? She, that robbed him of his faith and brought
+him to a pass where every one is saying that he has run away rather than
+face the consequences of his acts? H'm!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>What am I going to do? If he's dead, I <i>will</i> keep her! Isn't she the
+only one in the world whose sorrow will approach mine?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>But if he is not dead? If he comes back? [<i>Circumspectly makes as if to
+open one of the letters.</i>] Look here&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Enter the</i> <span class="smcap">Rabbi</span>; <span class="smcap">Aaron</span> <i>hastily puts away the letters</i>.</p>
+
+<p>Oh, the Rabbi! [<i>Whispers.</i>] We must get rid of him. I want to talk to
+you.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rabbi.</span></p>
+
+<p>Good evening! How is that girl? Is she still crying her eyes out? It's
+pitiful! It is dangerous! I must see her!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<span class="smcap">Aaron</span> <i>nudges</i> <span class="smcap">Sachel</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>She's all right. I have not heard her stir since she went to bed.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rabbi.</span></p>
+
+<p>Oh, she's gone to bed&mdash;good! Sachel, Rafael had my promise to protect
+that girl; and I will protect her. Last Saturday we were all
+overwrought; we were taken by surprise. But now that we all realise it,
+it comes to this: Rafael has married a Christian girl; she knows what an
+affront this is to the religion in which Rafael was reared, and to which
+inevitably<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span> he must return his full devotion when he grows an older and
+wiser man. Now there is but one remedy: Rosa must become a Jewess. Not
+to-night or to-morrow; but she must be influenced to open her heart to
+the faith of her husband; and she must be urged to welcome a future day
+when she shall enter the synagogue and come forth from there with all
+the hatred, all the revulsion which she has seen in our faces to-day,
+buried for ever! Teach her to be thankful that this is Holland, where a
+Christian <i>may</i> become a Jewess.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>Rabbi, your sentiments are worthy of your calling. Sachel and I have
+been talking; we both regret our bitter words of that day. Sachel has
+become reconciled&mdash;as much as any Jew could. And, to tell the truth, we
+had gone so far as to dismiss the subject and to devote ourselves to a
+very important matter of business which had to go over from Friday.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Rabbi.</span></p>
+
+<p>I see&mdash;I see! I am very glad, then! We must make Rosa understand the
+things that are glorious in our religion; the inspirations that have
+sustained us through centuries of the bitterest persecution that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span> men
+have ever known. And she must believe that we shall cling to them until
+that supreme day when Jerusalem is peopled anew with the race which God
+has chosen for His own. Is it not so?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Yes, yes! And we'll walk a little way with you. Then, Aaron, you can
+come back, and we can go on with that business.</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>They go up</i>: <span class="smcap">The Rabbi</span> <i>stops at the bridge</i>.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Rabbi.</span></p>
+
+<p>Very well; but you will treat the young girl tenderly, my friends? Look
+here; you and Esther and Rafael bring her to my house some night when
+there will be no one else there. We'll let her feel the warmth of our
+hearts, as if she were already a Jewess. We will show her what the inner
+life of the Jews is; the life that the Christians have no conception of.
+And so we will work upon her better nature; but&mdash;yes, yes, I see you are
+busy. You are not worrying about Rafael, then?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>Oh, he'll be all right. I'm sure of it.</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>They start off over the bridge.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Rabbi.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>I'm glad to see you here, Aaron. It does you credit to forget your
+disappointments!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>
+
+<p class="scene"><i>A bell tolls ten o'clock. Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Rosa</span>. <i>Her pallor and the tremor of
+her voice show the effects of intense emotional strain</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>The very hour that he went away, and seven days are gone! Seven
+days&mdash;and he stood here and took me in his arms! Oh!&mdash;[<i>turning</i>]&mdash;you
+who cry after me that Rafael has deserted his Christian mistress; it is
+because you never knew the love of anything but money! You look
+down&mdash;always down! But the same clear sky was over our heads when he
+kissed me here, and we looked up to it and thanked God, who made us dare
+to lead our life in open truth before the world! Let <i>God</i> punish us for
+loving each other, if that be a crime! Oh, <i>does</i> He punish us? Where is
+my Rafael, you star that watched over us then! I love him, I love him; I
+cannot live without him&mdash;sweet star, tell me where he is to-night! Oh,
+it is from pity that you will not tell! And he lies cold and dead!
+Rafael, Rafael, I'm all alone&mdash;all alone! [<i>Weeps.</i>] No, no; it can't be
+that! Dear God, who<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span> sees me here among these aliens, you could not be
+so cruel to your own! Not so cruel as that! Not so cruel as that!</p>
+
+<p class="right"> [<i>She sobs; exit.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Aaron</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Sachel</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>Where is Esther?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Can't you hear her snoring? I can, though she is away at the back of the
+house! I have not slept seven hours in these seven days!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>Do you think the girl has any suspicion that Rafael may have found that
+he has undertaken the impossible? If he did throw her off&mdash;I don't say
+that he has&mdash;but if he did, it must strike her that she wouldn't have a
+place to go in all the world!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>She believes in him.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>When he is with her, yes! But when he is away, and she waits and waits,
+are not all women alike? Doesn't she know that he has sacrificed every
+guilder that he might have had from you?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>I said that to them. Why did I not hold my cursed tongue! He hadn't a
+copper in his pocket; the poor boy had given away everything he had, to
+bury Mordecai's son.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>And does not she know that he gave up every friend he had, too, when he
+forsook his religion? These things must have passed through her mind.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>What do I care what is passing in <i>her</i> mind!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>Of course, of course! [<i>Pulls the letters from his pocket.</i>] But the
+main probability is that Rafael will soon return. I am only thinking
+whether before he returns this girl could not be influenced to leave
+here, made to believe that the boy has deserted her? You can't blame me
+for considering my daughter's feelings in this matter. Now suppose we
+could let drop a few things in Rosa's presence, without appearing to
+know that she overheard?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>I don't care about her! I want <i>him</i> to come back.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Don't you see: after a whole week, after all her waiting and waiting,
+without a word from him and with her whole life trembling in the
+balance, then if she overhears certain things&mdash;&mdash;! Of course if we try
+to persuade her he is gone, she'll suspect at once. But there are
+certain remarks that we can let drop, quite casually, you know, that
+will absolutely make her believe that he does not intend to come back;
+that he has deserted her.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>But she <i>won't</i> believe it!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>No, not if we try to convince her! But we won't try! You only make
+certain statements within her hearing; and if she says they are not
+true, just shrug your shoulders! What is in that girl's mind? Either
+that he has met harm, or that he is afraid to come back to her; that the
+poverty staring him in the face has been too much for him. Seven days is
+a long time when a woman is alone on the rack of doubt. Now, do you see
+what I mean?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>But I want my son! I don't care whether he marries your daughter! I want
+my son!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Tapping the letters.</i>] Here are some letters. One for you and four for
+Rosa.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Where did <i>you</i> get them? Is mine from Rafael? Yes? Ah, ah! Read it,
+quick!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Reads.</i>] "Father: Rosa will tell you where I am. I am your son; do not
+be harsh to Rosa. The Rabbi told me that he knew you would keep her over
+night; as I left her for a night, relying upon his good offices with
+you, so I feel I may leave her for a week. Good-bye, father. Rafael."</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>He's all right! He's all right! [<i>Pauses, suddenly.</i>] Look here, you
+miserable rascal, you've had this for a week. You've bribed that
+postman; it's a crime!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>One for you and four for her. Will you listen to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span> one of those he wrote
+to her? [<i>Opens it.</i>] Shall I open it?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>You have, already.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>Shall I read it?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>After hesitation.</i>] Yes.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Reads.</i>] "My darling: If I take ship at once with Hanakoff for London,
+I have the opportunity of a life time; it will fix me in my career as I
+had never dreamed of. My mind tells my heart that I must go; but I am as
+joyful as I am sorrowful; for in a week, dear, I take you away from the
+stifling air you breathe to-night&mdash;out of the Ghetto, into the freedom
+which is the right of our love. Good night, my angel! Your Rafael."</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>He'll have money now. He'll never look at me again. She's got him! She's
+got him! O, I would to my Maker I were dead!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>No, no! She hasn't got him! She shan't have him! Don't you see, this
+clears the way for the very thing I proposed to you.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>What? What? It might succeed, with the girl in the state she is. But if
+it does, what will Rafael say, to-morrow?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>Eh? Why, if he finds her gone and she left no word, let him draw his own
+conclusions; that she was afraid to stand by him; afraid to share his
+poverty. You say "to-morrow"? He may be back to-night! It's your one
+chance. If it succeeds, the girl goes, with two hundred guilders in her
+pocket; Rafael stays home&mdash;in due time marries Rebecca&mdash;becomes a
+successful Jew. If it fails&mdash;then this Christian robs you of him anyway!
+[<span class="smcap">Sachel</span> <i>ponders; then suddenly touches him; they listen;</i> <span class="smcap">Aaron</span>
+<i>whispers</i>.] Only casually; not an effort to convince her! She can't help
+believing it, then!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Sh&mdash;!</p>
+
+<p class="scene"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Rosa</span>, <i>by the bridge; she drops her hands, hopelessly, and stays
+near the bridge, turned away from them</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Without looking about, whispers.</i>] Was that her step? [<span class="smcap">Sachel</span> <i>nods; a
+pause;</i> <span class="smcap">Aaron</span> <i>begins in a moderate tone</i>.] Yes; but a man who gives his
+word to one girl and then deserts her, would desert another girl. Shall
+I let my daughter risk that? No!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>But I tell you it is not a parallel case! A marriage solemnised in a
+synagogue is one thing; but a marriage such as this&mdash;which we all know
+is not a marriage, either inside or outside the Ghetto&mdash;I tell you it's
+totally different!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>Didn't he commit himself morally? Very well! Then he goes and finds that
+he has been tricked by a venial under-magistrate, for the sake of thirty
+guilders; and he finds that it was no marriage at all! The girl is
+reduced merely to the position of his mistress&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Well, doesn't that dispose of <i>her</i>? Doesn't that rid him of
+responsibility?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>Yes; but it is a high moral consideration that occupies me. The boy
+found that he could rid himself of his burden; the discovery came when
+he had been looking about for a week, and finding nothing but poverty,
+privation and despair on every side; no one would lend him money; none
+of his former friends would speak to him; there was only the choice
+between an absolutely hopeless struggle and running away. He ran! And I
+say a young man who has thus been tried and found wanting is no man to
+be my daughter's husband!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>O! Because Rafael has had one mistress is he not good enough to be your
+daughter's husband?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>What do you mean! What do you mean, Sachel! [<i>The two men rise,
+affecting surprise.</i>] It is a lie! It is a cruel lie!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>Eh? Doesn't the <i>girl</i> know about it?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>What do you mean by saying that he ran away from me? How do you know
+that he ran away from me? Where is he! Tell me where he is! Quick, you
+shall!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>No one will know where he is until he has spent the money he sent for.
+And that ought to keep him a year, even in England.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>England&mdash;you say he has gone to England? You tell me he has deserted me?
+After what he said before the synagogue? I say it's a lie&mdash;a
+preposterous lie! It isn't true that I am only his mistress&mdash;it's a lie!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>I'll tell you what <i>is</i> true; after this escapade with you he'll have to
+prove himself a man before he marries my daughter.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>He can't marry your daughter! He's mine! O, God, what does this mean?
+Can't you find him? Can't you let me see him? He would have written to
+me&mdash;I know he would! Sachel, let me go to him. Sachel, tell me where he
+is!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>What could Sachel do, even if he could reach the boy? After seven days,
+at the very moment Sachel has been persuaded to accept all this&mdash;to
+treat you as his daughter&mdash;here slinks Rafael along the canal and up
+through the warehouse and whispers that he has given you up! Then he
+wheedles his father out of more money than I would give ten sons, and
+then boards a ship for England! [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Sachel</span>.] Do you think I'll see my
+daughter marry such a man? If he wants to return next year on the hope
+of marrying Rebecca, you tell him to remain in England!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>It's a lie! He couldn't desert me. He's a man of soul&mdash;of honour! It
+isn't true. My God, it can't be true!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>You'd better find a place to sleep, and then compose yourself to make
+the best of it. I have a friend in the country who will receive you.
+With the money that Rafael has persuaded his father to give you, begin
+life over again. Come!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Touches her.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>No, I will not come! It is a lie. You try to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span> convince me because you
+know I will kill myself&mdash;because you&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>Has any one tried to convince you? Sachel is the only one to gain by
+your going. Has he tried to convince you?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>I know&mdash;I know&mdash;O God! Sachel, Sachel, as you fear your God, swear to me
+that he has deserted me! Swear to me that he wants to marry Rebecca!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>I&mdash;I&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span></p>
+
+<p>Shall <i>I</i> take an oath, on the Law of Moses, that is fastened to the
+lintel there?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>I will not believe <i>you</i> on any oath! I will only believe
+Sachel&mdash;Sachel, who could not deceive me&mdash;[<i>turns to</i> <span class="smcap">Sachel</span>]&mdash;because
+you know that if you make me go away and kill myself Rafael will hate
+you, for ever and ever! Sachel, Sachel, can't we get him back? I'll do
+anything&mdash;anything. I'll become a Jewess if you'll get him back! Sachel,
+Sachel!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Cries hysterically.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Aaron.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>The poor girl wants your oath. That's a simple matter. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Sachel</span>.]
+There is no reason why I should stay here to witness this. Good-night!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exit by the bridge.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Such as you to kill yourself&mdash;h'm! Now take your money and be off! I'm
+going to lock my door.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p><i>You</i> haven't said the marriage was false! <i>You</i> haven't said he went
+away! <i>You</i> haven't said he wants to many her&mdash;you dare not! It can't be
+true! It <i>can't</i> be true!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Dare not&mdash;dare not. What do you mean? You thankless hussy! You wreck my
+home, you rob me of my son, and then when he has gone and I offer you
+money to leave me in peace you dare to say I lie!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>No, I did not say <i>you</i> lied, because <i>you</i> have not said that he is
+deserting me! You will not! You dare not! He loves me; he is coming
+back! I will stay until he comes!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>He wants to be rid of you. He has gone to England. He wants Aaron to&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>Sachel, Sachel, think what you are saying! Tell me he is dead&mdash;tell me
+anything but that he's left me! O, could your son dishonour me? Think
+what you are saying! No, no&mdash;not unless you swear it in the sight of
+God! Sachel, Sachel&mdash;[<i>as he puts hand on the lintel</i>]&mdash;don't swear to
+it&mdash;[<i>on her knees</i>]&mdash;don't swear to it!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>With a burst of rage.</i>] God!&mdash;Hear me then. You have been nothing but
+Rafael's mistress! Rafael has deserted you! Rafael wants to marry
+Rebecca! Rafael has sailed from Amsterdam! By the sacred Law of Moses,
+by all that is holy in the sight of God, I swear it! I swear it! Now go!
+Take your money and go!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>She goes towards the canal.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>And so&mdash;and so&mdash;Dear God&mdash;dear God!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Where are you? Here, take it&mdash;take it! Where are you going?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>At the canal.</i>] Dear God&mdash;dear God&mdash;No more&mdash;no more!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Come away!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>Rafael!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>She jumps into the canal.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Stop! O&mdash;O God! It isn't true! Rosa! Rosa! [<i>At the wall.</i>] A stick! A
+stick! I cannot find one! Where are you? For God's sake, answer! Don't
+you hear? O God! O God! [<i>Turns to the house, where music is being
+played.</i>] Daniel! Samson! Open the door! [<i>The music drowns his voice.</i>]
+Help! help! [<i>He rushes back.</i>] Rosa! Reach out your hand! Where are
+you&mdash;where are you? Answer me&mdash;[<i>the music ceases abruptly</i>]&mdash;answer.
+[<i>A silence. He slinks away from the wall. A pause.</i>] What will Rafael
+do? What will God do?</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>He hears the footsteps of</i> <span class="smcap">Rafael</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Rafael</span>, <i>joyously</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Hello, father, father! I'm home again! Why haven't I heard from you?
+I&mdash;what's the matter?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Trembling.</i>] I&mdash;I&mdash;don't mind me! I&mdash;I&mdash;I thought you wouldn't come
+back. We didn't get your letters until to-day. But you've come&mdash;you've
+come! Rafael, for God's sake, don't leave me! For God's sake&mdash;I'm sick,
+I'm blind, I've only a little while left! Stay with me. Don't leave me
+alone&mdash;you mustn't leave me alone!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>You are not well. Have you been in the heat? Father, why do you tremble
+so?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>I'm not trembling, my boy. I&mdash;I&mdash;my boy, my boy, ask me anything and I
+will give it to you! I can't live without my son! If you speak a harsh
+word to me I shall drop dead, Rafael.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Father, father, be calm; Heaven knows I don't want to be harsh to you;
+there's a clean page to begin on if you like. We'll leave this place;
+come and live with Rosa and me. She has never spoken a harsh word to
+you, has she? Don't you see now that she<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span> has the gentleness of an
+angel? Wait till our people know her!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Yes, yes, I know; my God, I know&mdash;I&mdash;I&mdash;[<span class="smcap">Rafael</span> <i>makes as if to go in</i>].
+Rafael, for God's sake, don't leave me!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Where is she, father? She was afraid to stay here; but I told her she
+was my wife, and that you loved your son, and that ought to be enough to
+reassure her. I had to go with Hanakoff. I have made a success, do you
+hear? Don't worry, don't tremble. I must find Rosa. Where is she? Rosa!
+I've something to tell you!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>No, no; don't speak so loud!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Yes, but she does not hear me! Isn't she in the house? Rosa! What have
+you said to her? Where is she? She is not here. Where is she?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Don't ask me, don't ask me!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Where is she?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>I couldn't stop her!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>From what? Where is she?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Don't know, don't know! She went away!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Where&mdash;why?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>You shall not blame me! It was not my doing. Aaron&mdash;Aaron&mdash;it was he who
+bribed the postman! Before God it was not I!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Bribed the postman? She did not hear from me? Where is my wife?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>No, no, Rafael, my boy; my dearest boy&mdash;she's gone, she took money, she
+deserted you!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>You are lying!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>People collect, looking over the canal wall.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>She said&mdash;she said she hated our race&mdash;she hated you&mdash;she hated all of
+us; she was going away, out of the Ghetto, away, off there, there&mdash;[<i>He
+points away from the canal. The excitement at the canal wall increases.</i>
+<span class="smcap">Rafael</span> <i>starts as if towards the wall</i>.] Not there, not there, Rafael, my
+boy, my boy!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>What's the matter down there? [<i>Two men bring</i> <span class="smcap">Rosa</span> <i>up the steps; the
+crowd obscures her from</i> <span class="smcap">Rafael</span>.] Who is that? My God! Is it a woman?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">A Man.</span></p>
+
+<p>Yes.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Pushes through the crowd.</i>] Rosa, Rosa&mdash;Rosa! Oh! oh! oh!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Oh, my boy!&mdash;oh, my boy! Rafael! Rafael! I couldn't stop her!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Turning on his father.</i>] Ugh! Off from me&mdash;off! Oh, oh, damnable,
+damnable monster! Take him away!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">An Old Man.</span></p>
+
+<p>He's your father! Shame! shame!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Hisses from crowd.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Sachel</span>.] Keep your cursed talons off! Murderer! Murderer! You made
+her drown herself!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">A Second Man.</span></p>
+
+<p>Leave him alone! Shame! This is the man who blasphemes God!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">A Third Man.</span></p>
+
+<p>He profaned the synagogue&mdash;he curses his father!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<span class="smcap">Rafael</span> <i>meanwhile looks upon the body of</i> <span class="smcap">Rosa</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Second Man.</span></p>
+
+<p>Shall he do all this&mdash;this&mdash;in our teeth? [<i>Hisses from the crowd.</i>]
+Hide your face! Hide your face!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Advances on</i> <span class="smcap">Rafael</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Stand away from her! [<i>Throws him down, turns to his father.</i>] O God, if
+I had not concealed your knavery from her, your holiest oath would not
+have moved her! And now must you live on, while she lies thus?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>To the crowd.</i>] She poisoned my son; she took away his religion&mdash;she
+killed my son's love for his father! She deserves it&mdash;she deserves it!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Rosa, my Rosa, you shall not die! Life, life, freedom&mdash;the blue sweet
+sky, we two together singing in the sun&mdash;not the dead soul sighing
+through the trees&mdash;not the whisper of night&mdash;the sorrowful shade that
+passes in the mist! No, no, you must feel my breath upon your cheek, you
+must feel my arms, you must live, live! [<span class="smcap">Rosa</span> <i>stirs</i>.] Live! She
+breathes&mdash;she breathes! Air&mdash;distance&mdash;distance, I say! Rosa, it is I,
+Rafael! You are safe! Not all the fiends in God's grey world shall
+thrust an arm between us. Rosa! Rosa!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>Raising her head a little.</i>] Rafael, forgive me&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Rafael&mdash;Rafael&mdash;she means me. Forgive <i>me</i>&mdash;for God's sake&mdash;[<i>on his
+knees to</i> <span class="smcap">Rafael</span>, <i>who turns his back</i>]&mdash;Rafael!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Second Man.</span></p>
+
+<p>Shame! shame! He hates his father!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Crowd.</span></p>
+
+<p>Shame! shame! Punish him!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>The crowd closes in on</i> <span class="smcap">Rafael</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rosa.</span></p>
+
+<p>[<i>In fear.</i>] Rafael!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Rafael.</span></p>
+
+<p>Are you no better than a mob of Christians? Stand back! [<i>Pushes the
+crowd back violently.</i>] Rosa, Rosa&mdash;away&mdash;out of the Ghetto&mdash;into the
+air! Rosa!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>The crowd starts to close in again; he takes</i> <span class="smcap">Rosa</span> <i>in his arms and
+rushes across the bridge. The crowd follows, walking rapidly</i>. <span class="smcap">Sachel</span>
+<i>is left solitary</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sachel.</span></p>
+
+<p>Rafael! Raf&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>He falls.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">A Watchman</span>.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Watchman.</span></p>
+
+<p>Eleven o'clock, and all's&mdash;[<i>Stops and looks at</i> <span class="smcap">Sachel</span>, <i>who stirs and
+sobs</i>.] Eleven o'clock!</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Watchman</span>, <i>thoughtfully</i>.</p>
+
+<p>Eleven o'clock!</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">THE END.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center">Printed by <span class="smcap">Ballantyne, Hanson &amp; Co.</span></p>
+
+<p class="center">London &amp; Edinburgh</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge"><span class="smcap">Transcriber's Note:</span></span></p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p>Inconsistencies in spelling and hyphenation have been retained from the original.</p>
+
+<p>Obvious typographical errors have been corrected as follows:<br/>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Page &nbsp;&nbsp;28: <i>ust</i> changed to <i>just</i></span><br/>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Page &nbsp;&nbsp;30: <i>manag</i> changed to <i>manage</i></span><br/>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Page 120: <i>sustain</i> changed to <i>sustained</i></span><br/>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Page 134: <i>want's</i> changed to <i>wants</i></span></p>
+
+<p>Errors in punctuation have been corrected without note.</p>
+
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+The Project Gutenberg eBook, The Ghetto, by Herman Heijermans, Translated
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+Title: The Ghetto
+       A Drama in Four Acts
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+Author: Herman Heijermans
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+      LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN
+       21 BEDFORD STREET, W.C.
+
+      *      *      *      *      *
+
+
+THE GHETTO
+
+A Drama in Four Acts
+
+Freely Adapted from the Dutch of
+HERMAN HEIJERMANS, JR.
+
+By
+CHESTER BAILEY FERNALD
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+London: William Heinemann
+MDCCCXCIX
+
+Copyright, 1899
+
+All rights, including Acting rights in the English Language, reserved
+
+Entered at the Library of Congress
+Washington, U.S.A.
+
+
+
+
+_DRAMATIS PERSONAE_
+
+
+  RAFAEL.
+  SACHEL.
+  AARON.
+  RABBI HAEZER.
+  SAMSON.
+  DANIEL.
+  MORDECAI.
+  ESTHER.
+  REBECCA.
+  ROSA.
+
+  _A Watchman. Inhabitants of The Ghetto._
+
+  _The action takes place in The Ghetto, Amsterdam, at the present time._
+
+  _The incidental music composed by Mr. N. CLIFFORD PAGE._
+
+
+
+
+_PREFACE_
+
+
+_In the not wholly grateful task of adapting this play to the present
+demands of the English and American stage, partly as those demands have
+been interpreted by others than me, numerous alterations have been
+thought necessary. I hope that this adaptation does not conceal the fact
+that Mr. Heijermans' original is a work of very admirable unity and
+force._
+
+      _CHESTER B. FERNALD._
+
+  _September, 1899._
+
+
+
+
+THE GHETTO
+
+
+
+
+THE FIRST ACT
+
+  SCENE: _A street in the Ghetto in Amsterdam. On the left the shop of
+    SACHEL. Running down from the centre to the right, diagonally, the
+    wall of a canal; a bridge across the canal; a vista of the river and
+    the city at the back._
+
+
+    _Enter SAMSON and DANIEL._
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  Have trade and traffic gone to bed for Sabbath?
+
+DANIEL.
+
+  Not till old Sachel shuts his shop. See, he sits there in the gloom
+  like a spider waiting in its web. He would keep open all night for two
+  cents.
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  He's waiting for his son. What if the old man knew that Rafael spent
+  half his time composing music--music for which he gets nothing? He
+  would lock the door on Rafael to-night.
+
+DANIEL.
+
+  Let him! The world shall hear from Rafael. Wait till we play his
+  music.
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  But he still has time to devote to his father's Christian
+  servant-maid.
+
+DANIEL.
+
+  Eh--you have noticed too? [_They look into the shop._] Ah, see her! I
+  say, she's the handsomest in Amsterdam--high or low! You had better be
+  careful what you say about her to Rafael.
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  I am. When I spoke a trifle lightly of her, he offered to smash my
+  head with your 'cello.
+
+DANIEL.
+
+  And you apologized?
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  Not wanting it smashed.
+
+DANIEL.
+
+  Meaning your head.
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  No, meaning your 'cello. But I shall proceed with her. She is
+  unhappy--I think she needs _me_!
+
+    _Enter MORDECAI, with a piece of lace, by way of the bridge. He goes
+      into the shop._
+
+  I thought we had done with trade in this street. There goes an old
+  sheep to pawn his fleece. I say--bah!
+
+DANIEL.
+
+  So will the old sheep say "Bah!" when Sachel has shorn him. See the
+  old man feeling it over--they say he can tell brass from gold by the
+  touch of his talons.
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  It is well the old man is blind; if he saw the look of disgust on the
+  girl's face--ay, she'd like to rush out in the air!
+
+DANIEL.
+
+  If she hates trade so, why does she stay in the Ghetto?
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  She has nowhere else to go--she doesn't appear to want to get away.
+  Are they cursing each other over a copper? See the curl of her lip!
+  Look! look!
+
+      [_ROSA rushes out of the shop._
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_As if stifling._] Oh! oh! they have no souls--there is not a soul
+  among them, save Rafael's!
+
+      [_She sees DANIEL and SAMSON._
+
+SAMSON.
+
+Good evening!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_Coldly._] Good evening.
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  It's a fine evening, isn't it?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  No.
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  No, I suppose not. Is Rafael at home?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  No.
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  No--he stays away, he is in love?
+
+DANIEL.
+
+  With whom?
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  With somebody--somebody. I read between the notes of his music. He's
+  fallen in love and he's put it all into music. [_Insinuatingly._] Do
+  you know who she is?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_She gets a broom and begins to sweep._] How should I, a Christian,
+  be so deep in his confidence?
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  As deep in his confidence as need be. But do not trust him too much.
+  Ah--[_quasi-regretful_]--and I am his friend. But it is love that has
+  made a fool of me.
+
+ROSA.
+
+  No, I should not lay it to the door of love.
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  It _is_ love. If I could look into such eyes as yours, and my heart
+  not smoke like--like a burning haycock, then I should be more fool
+  than now.
+
+ROSA.
+
+  You could not be. With whom do you mean to insinuate that Rafael is
+  carrying on a love affair?
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  Oh, not you!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Oh! With whom, then?
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  [_Whispering._] To-morrow, when you are alone----
+
+      [_He pauses, hearing SACHEL in the shop._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  No, no!
+
+MORDECAI.
+
+  But----
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  No, no, no!
+
+    _Enter MORDECAI, followed by SACHEL._
+
+MORDECAI.
+
+  Half a guilder! Half a guilder! Oh! if it isn't worth four guilders,
+  it is worth nothing.
+
+      [_He begins to roll up his lace._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  If it is worth four guilders to you, keep it. H'm! Because I am blind,
+  cannot I feel with my fingers? No, it is tatters.
+
+MORDECAI.
+
+  It's beautiful. I leave it to any one.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  So do I. I leave it to Rosa; she's a Christian, she knows nothing
+  about trade. Rosa!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_Coming to him._] Yes.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Am I not right? Is it not charity to offer him half a guilder for that
+  lace?
+
+DANIEL.
+
+  [_Mischievously._] A beautiful piece of lace!
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  A splendid piece of lace; he could not have come honestly by that!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I have not summoned every idler in the street. Rosa!
+
+      [_Exeunt DANIEL and SAMSON._
+
+MORDECAI.
+
+  [_Whispering to ROSA._] My son is dead, how can I bury him without
+  money? It was his mother's--the only fragment I have left of hers----
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I hear you; is he giving you something?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_In compassion._] It is not so badly worn; surely it is worth four
+  guilders!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  You lie! I say you lie! Do you think you can make a fool of me--you
+  thieves! Ah, I know you are standing there, twisting your cheeks at
+  me! But you shall not rob me; no, no! Give me that! [_He takes the
+  lace and examines it with his fingers._] I knew it! It has been
+  patched--by some bag-maker. You minx--you hussy! Do I feed you that
+  you may rob me? Everybody lies to me--but they do not deceive me! I
+  will not give half a guilder--only thirty cents.
+
+MORDECAI.
+
+  Sachel! I must have _two_ guilders! He died in my arms. You have a
+  son--for pity's sake--for pity's sake!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Have you had pity on my eyes? You say this lace is whole; it is a lie.
+  You say your son is dead; that is a lie too, for all I know. I'll give
+  no more--no more.
+
+MORDECAI.
+
+  Oh! Oh! Give me that! You black-hearted miser. [_He snatches it._] You
+  are rich--you have known me for years--and you would let my son be
+  buried in the pauper's field! A curse on you! May your son _live_ to
+  hate you--desert you--disown you--curse you, as I do!
+
+      [_Exit MORDECAI._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Rosa! Run and offer him a guilder and a half! Run!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Mordecai! He will not stop! He's gone!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  With a curse! Could I be more cursed than I am? Come here. You have
+  driven the trade from my door.
+
+ROSA.
+
+  I?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Yes, you--you misbegotten wretch! Had you not whined and pleaded for
+  him, he would have taken a guilder. If you, too, had said, "Tatters!
+  nothing but tatters." Why did you not?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Because I will not lie for you!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I employ you to do my bidding! What are you doing now--idling, wasting
+  precious time? [_ROSA begins to sweep._] In the middle of last
+  night--were you up?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  No!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  [_Ironically._] You will not lie for me! Why are you so disturbed
+  about it?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  I am not disturbed.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I say you are. You are red in the face--I know it. Why were you up?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  I was not up.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I heard you! I heard you, and you cannot deceive me. Did I not lie
+  awake until Rafael came home? It struck twelve as he went to his room.
+  It was not five minutes later when I hear steps along the hall--yes, I
+  can hear steps, though the shoes be off! I heard steps, and then your
+  door opened. Why do you stop? I heard your door open; what does it
+  mean?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Do you mean that--that some one came--some one opened my door?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Some one--some one! I mean you--you opened it--and you went
+  downstairs. Why? What were you doing while you thought I slept?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  I did not leave my room.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  And she will not lie for me! If you are honest, why does your voice
+  tremble so? You were up, and why? If I miss anything;--do you want to
+  be turned into the streets? [_He hears the noise of a window opening._]
+  Who's that? Some fresh enemy? I cannot move but some one's hand is
+  raised against me! Enemies--enemies I cannot strike nor battle
+  with--because I cannot see!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  I--I am not your enemy!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  How do I know? Have I ever looked into your eyes? Ay, if I could look
+  into them at this moment, God knows what I should find. You are not my
+  enemy! Why, then, were you up last night prowling about my house--at
+  midnight--when my son--when Rafael;--Rafael--? Come here! [_She comes
+  to him._] Your hand! Was it Rafael? Did Rafael--? No, no, my beautiful
+  boy--with such as you--an ugly, misshapen wench like you! [_Pause._]
+  Unless--unless they lied to me! Did not Esther sniff and say that you
+  were white and thin, when we rescued you from pauperdom--when you were
+  threatened with the streets--you thankless vagabond? They knew I would
+  not have had you else! Rafael said that "pretty" was no word for such
+  a face as yours; did he mean that you were beautiful;--did he mean
+  that? Your form--yes, your form! [_He passes his hand over her._] Hold
+  still! Do you fear an old blind wreck like me? Ay, you are like a
+  Madonna, damn you! Your face--hold still--your nose--[_he passes his
+  hand over her face_]--your brow--your chin;--they lied to me! You are
+  beautiful! It _was_ Rafael!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  What do you mean? I tell you I am not beautiful!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Are you ugly? Do you swear you are ugly?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  You cannot see the colour of my skin--you cannot see the rings under
+  my eyes.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  You swear--do you swear you are not beautiful?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  I may have been pretty once--but now----
+
+      [_She is silent._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  [_Thoughtfully._] When she says that--h'm! H'm! No woman would deny
+  her beauty if she had it. No, no! H'm! Rafael--my beautiful boy; why,
+  I only mentioned it to frighten you!
+
+    _Enter ESTHER, over the bridge._
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  What's the matter now--you troublesome old person?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  My sister--my compassionate sister! H'm! I know you're waiting,
+  watching my face from day to day for a sign of death.
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  You silly old man, does any one put a pin in your way?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Any one? Every one! Has she not just driven away a customer because
+  she would not----
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  I don't want to hear about it!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  H'm! A little money--it is nothing! I have given my life for it--and
+  my eyes--my eyes! By God's right, do not the blessings of thrift
+  belong to me? And here I drag my gloomy, empty life away, with a son
+  who brings me nothing, a sister who watches me like a vulture and this
+  hussy who drives my customers to curse me!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Who do you think gave me this letter for you? Aaron.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Aaron! He hasn't been near us for years! What does he want? Read!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  When the Sabbath has already begun?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Well, what do we have this Christian for? Rosa!
+
+    _Enter ROSA._
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Rosa, open this letter and read it.
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_Reading._] "I shall be at your house to-night, on a matter of
+  business.--AARON HEINE."      [_Exit ROSA._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Business? What business can he have with me?
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  His daughter, I think. There was something in the way he spoke that
+  made me feel it!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  To marry his Rebecca to my son. H'm! I'll make him speak first. I'll
+  worry him! I'll make him sweat.
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Rosa! Put up the shutters.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I will not trust her to put up the shutters.
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  You never had a better servant in your house.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  [_Fetches shutters and awkwardly adjusts them._] She is a Christian.
+  It is bad luck--it was wrong for us to take her in.
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  You were glad enough to have her. Would a Jewess light your fire on
+  Sabbath--would a Jewess open your letters for you? Shall I send her
+  away?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Not yet.
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  No. Because on Sabbath your feet would be cold and your letters would
+  lie unopened, even if you were not blind. I pity the girl; I have
+  heard that her father was a gentleman and died poor and in exile,
+  because he had given succour to the persecuted Jews.
+
+    _Enter ROSA._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Who can prove it? It is a good story to work upon our sympathies. They
+  cannot deceive me. I will have no sympathies.
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  [_To ROSA._] Isn't it warm.
+
+      [_They look off over the river._
+
+ROSA.
+
+  But aren't those clouds beautiful? They are bringing a blessed rain;
+  but they lower as if they brought a pestilence.
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  You call them beautiful? You know very well that we are speculating in
+  produce: if the drought keeps on the rich will have to pay dear for
+  their vegetables, and the poor won't have any; it will profit us
+  handsomely! And you only think of your own pleasure!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  It was only the beauty, the majesty of the clouds; they are massed
+  together like enemies ready to destroy us. But the poor; ah, I can see
+  the hand of God in those clouds!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Which God, Rosa?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  The God of all peoples, of all faiths--the God who knows no ceremony
+  but the way of living, and no creed but what He plants in the hearts
+  of every one.
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  You are a strange sort of Christian! You talk like Rafael! [_Exit
+  ROSA, as if to avoid the subject._] I wonder if she ever talks with
+  Rafael! Sachel, I see Aaron!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I'll make him speak first.
+
+    _Enter AARON._
+
+AARON.
+
+  [_To SACHEL._] Good evening. [_No answer._] What's the matter with
+  you, old friend? I have a bit of business with you.
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Good evening. Rather late for business, isn't it? Sit down.
+
+AARON.
+
+  It's never too late for business. It was never too early when we were
+  young--eh, Sachel? Do you remember forty years ago, when you and I and
+  Abram stood in line at two o'clock in the morning--to get the best
+  places at the sale? Poverty wasn't trumps then, as it is now.
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  H'm! I fancy not with you, now.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  What did you come about?
+
+AARON.
+
+  Eh? Well, I have something I think you'll want.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  What?
+
+AARON.
+
+  Eh? Why, some wool, I'll sell it cheap. Feel that! As soft as my
+  daughter's cheek!
+
+      [_Gives SACHEL a packet of wool._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  [_Returning the packet._] I didn't think you'd have anything I wanted.
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  No; it wouldn't interest us. Have some coffee, Rosa!
+
+AARON.
+
+  You think it is not good. You don't know! That wool was bought by my
+  daughter, Rebecca, and I'll back her judgment against any man's in the
+  Ghetto! [_Gives a little to SACHEL._] Feel that!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  [_Breaking the fibres, and listening to the sound they make._] His
+  daughter! Cotton! More cotton! His daughter!
+
+AARON.
+
+  I will match her with your son, any day!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  My son is in no hurry to marry.
+
+AARON.
+
+  Marry? I meant as a judge of wool. You are the only one that's
+  thinking of marrying him. What's the matter--doesn't any girl's father
+  want him?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  [_Picking the wool apart._] H'm!
+
+AARON.
+
+  There _is_ a keen demand for handsome young wives nowadays, judging from
+  the way my daughter is besieged.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Your daughter? You speak as if she had had an offer.
+
+    _Enter ROSA with the coffee._
+
+AARON.
+
+  H'm, _an_ offer! But I came here to talk about wool! If it were not
+  the Sabbath I would burn a little for you, and you could tell by the
+  smell there is not a shred of cotton in it!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Let the Christian burn it for us, then. Rosa, light that!
+
+      [_ROSA burns a little of the wool in the spirit lamp._
+
+AARON.
+
+  [_Laughingly._] If you can smell cotton in that, then the sheep have
+  been eating cotton-seed, and it has sprouted through their shins. Do
+  you smell any cotton? Ah!
+
+      [_Exit ROSA._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  No; because I have picked all the cotton out. Rubbish!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Have some coffee?
+
+AARON.
+
+  [_Putting away packet of wool._] Oh, well, if you don't know a good
+  thing when you see it. Ah! Those cakes of yours, Esther; I remember
+  them, I remember them of old! Let me send my daughter to learn how to
+  make them, will you?
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Certainly.
+
+AARON.
+
+  That's the only thing under the sky that my daughter can't do to
+  perfection. Well, how is that son of yours?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Where is he, you had better ask! Unless I stay up till midnight, I
+  never meet him.
+
+AARON.
+
+  Oh, well, a young fellow has to have his day I suppose.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Did I have my day? I was one of eight souls who crawled and starved in
+  a room half as big as my shop parlour. I have known hunger to gnaw at
+  my belly, till I cried myself to sleep, and dreamt that I was
+  disembowelled. And my grandmother died, and my little sister too, from
+  sheer want. Sheer want! At his age I could have bought and sold him
+  twice a day. The fellow is a worthless vagabond!
+
+AARON.
+
+  H'm. I suppose, if the truth be said, he _is_ a worthless vagabond!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  You--what affair is it of yours? You would give half you have--and
+  that wouldn't be much--to have him in your household!
+
+AARON.
+
+  Ha! My daughter has no haste to wed.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Who said anything about wedding? It is you that seem to have the
+  subject on your mind.
+
+AARON.
+
+  With my girl? With Rebecca? You rely too much upon your son's good
+  looks and upon the lot of money he will have.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Who said he would have a lot of money? I am not dead yet.
+
+AARON.
+
+  Even so, your only child is not going empty-handed.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  He will go empty-handed, by the Commandments, if he does not obey his
+  father! And, in any case, I have not slaved my eyes away that another
+  man's child may be fed.
+
+    _Enter REBECCA._
+
+AARON.
+
+  Still he must marry some day.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Marry whom? No girl who does not bring twelve thousand guilders shall
+  marry my son!
+
+      [_Exit ESTHER._
+
+      [_REBECCA pauses at the bridge unobserved and interested._
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  [_Aside._] They are getting on!
+
+AARON.
+
+  [_Swelling with indignation._] Twelve thousand guilders! Twelve
+  thousand guilders! A snap of the finger! And is your son a prince? You
+  talk like an imbecile. Suppose some one was fool enough to give his
+  daughter such a dowry, what would you give your son?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Nothing! He has his share in the business--or will have.
+
+AARON.
+
+  Oh, you're enough to make a man jump into the sea!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Did I ask anything of you? Why should you jump into the sea?
+
+AARON.
+
+  Eh, what? Rebecca! How did _you_ happen to be here?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  [_Ironically._] Yes, how did you happen to be here?
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  Why, didn't you _tell_ me----
+
+AARON.
+
+  [_Waving her away._] We're talking business, Sachel and I!
+
+    _Enter ESTHER._
+
+  Esther, those cakes are wonderful!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Thanks! [_To REBECCA._] Look here. [_Showing a photograph--watching
+  her closely._] Rafael is a good-looking boy, isn't he?
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  Oh, you'd better let me have this! He wouldn't mind, would he? What a
+  fine likeness--but so sad!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  That's for some nice girl to take out of him.
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  [_Tapping the photograph._] And you'll let me----
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Have the picture? With pleasure! Have you seen Isaac's new warehouse?
+
+      [_Points up the canal. REBECCA retires to the bridge._
+
+  [_Sotto, to AARON._] I like your girl--she's remarkably discreet. When
+  she's married, you'll be lonely enough!
+
+AARON.
+
+  [_Sotto._] And when she is married, Esther--[_meaningly_]--may I take
+  me a wife on the same day; one that can bake such cakes as those!
+  [_Aloud._] Esther, there is not another woman in Amsterdam that can
+  bake such cakes as those!
+
+      [_The two exchange meaning glances; they advance on SACHEL, as if
+        now in alliance._
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  [_Aside._] I don't believe it was about me!
+
+AARON.
+
+  But, outside of that, Rebecca is a wonderful housewife, and in the
+  shop--she brings me the trade!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  H'm! She'll never bring you a son-in-law! For you can't spare money to
+  give with her. You need it all in your business.
+
+AARON.
+
+  Do I? With my daughter there will go a trifle of eight thousand
+  guilders.      [_Pause._
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  [_Aside._] It _is_ about me. They are getting on!
+
+AARON.
+
+  And he thinks a girl will bring his son a matter of twelve thousand
+  guilders.
+
+    _Enter ROSA; she shows that she has been listening and is troubled._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Let my son tell me he is going to marry a girl with less than twelve
+  thousand! I would give him the choice of starvation. I would lock the
+  door on him.
+
+      [_ROSA sees the photograph in REBECCA'S hand._
+
+AARON.
+
+  Who's talking of your son? My daughter--Esther, just look at her--such
+  a figure, such a skin--such eyes! Esther, Esther, look at her walk!
+  Look at her walk!
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  Is Rafael at home?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  No.
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Rafael and Rebecca--that would sound rather well!
+
+AARON.
+
+  My dear woman, I won't give twelve thousand guilders.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  And I won't give my son at less!
+
+AARON.
+
+  Your son? Did I ask you for your son? Did I?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Did I ask you for your daughter? What is she to me?
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  [_Aside._] Oh, they are really getting on!
+
+AARON.
+
+  Oh, my daughter! I wish your son were her equal! If _I_ had such a
+  son----
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I don't want your advice! [_Rises._] You manage your own child. I'll
+  manage mine.      [_Starts for shop._
+
+AARON.
+
+  You will? You can't manage him. Where is he now? Dallying with some
+  wanton, for all you know! My God, one would think him a second Joseph!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Do you house him? Do you feed him? Does he trouble you? Speak well of
+  him, or go home!
+
+AARON.
+
+  I will go home!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Sit down! Now talk sense! It's a good match: you both know it's a good
+  match, and so--[_to REBECCA_]--have you seen the repairs to the old
+  bridge?
+
+      [_REBECCA moves farther away, leaving the photograph of RAFAEL on
+        the wall._
+
+  [_Lowering her voice._] They are both only children. And so, in any
+  case, the money will stay in the family. You let Sachel consider it.
+
+      [_ROSA takes the photograph of RAFAEL and hides it behind her._
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  [_Aside._] I wonder how Rafael will consider it?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  It costs nothing to consider it, but----
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  We'll see you to-morrow.
+
+AARON.
+
+  At my house--before service. Come on, Rebecca; I have arranged about
+  the wool. Good-night!      [_Exit._
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Good-night!
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  Oh, where's my picture of Rafael? [_ROSA drops the photograph into the
+  canal._] It's gone!
+
+      [_She looks about for it._
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  How could it have gone?
+
+      [_REBECCA sees it in the canal._
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  It has fallen into the canal! It's ruined! [_Looks at ROSA._] I don't
+  understand. I don't understand!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Oh, well; Rafael has some others. I'll see Rafael. Good-night.
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  [_To ROSA._] If the portrait dropped in where I left it, then it must
+  have floated against the current.
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_Fiercely, sotto._] It did go against the current.
+
+      [_Exit REBECCA._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Not a cent under twelve thousand.
+
+      [_ROSA, at the bridge, struggles with tears._
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  We shall see!      [_Exit._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  So we shall. Why doesn't he come? His miserable selfishness. My God,
+  if anything has happened to him! He doesn't come. He might have been
+  set upon and robbed--beaten, killed, by some cursed ruffian beyond the
+  Ghetto. My God--I'm harsh--too harsh with him. I shall be chastened
+  for it. I was harsh to his mother; yes, I know--I know; I broke her
+  heart perhaps, and Rafael, poor boy----[_Stops, listens._] His step!
+  Yes; even--steady--he's in no distress. He's not worrying about _me_.
+  He'll come home to sleep and get more money--that's all. He's a
+  vagabond--a rascally vagabond!
+
+    _Enter ESTHER._
+
+    _Enter RAFAEL by the bridge._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  [_Wearily._] Good evening. [_No answer._] Good evening! [_No answer._]
+
+      [_He exchanges guarded looks with ROSA. Exit ROSA._
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  [_Contemptuously._] The gentleman says "Good evening!" This is his
+  lodging-house, where he does us the honour to sleep!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  I know I am rather late. I hope you were not anxious about me, father.
+  Were you? Father! Oh--well!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Why should he answer you? What manner of son are you?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Where have you been all day?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  I--what does it matter? I know--I promised to do some business for
+  you--but--there were other things--I forgot--I am sorry.
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Oh, he's sorry.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I asked you where you idled all this day, and you evaded me.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  I have been everywhere--and the day vanished while I was thinking.
+  Have you something to eat, aunt?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  We have finished eating.
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  At this time of night! H'm!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Very well. I will see what I can find.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Oh, my Maker, how heavily thou visitest upon me! To be thus mocked by
+  a stranger within mine own house! If your poor dead mother knew how
+  you treated me!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Father, the rotten board that marked my mother's grave is falling to
+  pieces. And you can hardly find the spot for weeds--weeds!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Is that where you've been? Where else?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Far away--in my thoughts.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Another day--a whole precious day devoured by your drivelling
+  nonsense! Are you a son? Have you an old blind father? Oh, my
+  business, my splendid business, that I slaved and sweated out my
+  marrow for, dwindling, dwindling with every ticking of the clock! And
+  he wants me to buy a new headboard! I had better buy one for myself. I
+  had better be dead than not, with such a son.
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Sachel! Sachel! You cry--for a son like that! He is not worth one
+  tear.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  God punishes me for all my sins. When he was a child I have stolen the
+  bread from my mouth for him, weeks at a time; and now I may burrow
+  alone in the dark for all he cares, chained to my door-post, chained
+  to wait till some one comes to deal with me--to rob and swindle and
+  mock me--because I am alone--and blind.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  And the saddest is, it is not my doing, and I cannot help it.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Not his doing! Oh, my Maker! Can I keep him in irons and make him use
+  his eyes for me?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Father, between us matters cannot be improved--now nor ever!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Well, upon my word!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Why not? You have something you dare not tell. There is a woman in it.
+  You had forty guilders when you went away this morning. Have you a
+  cent of it left?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  I gave it all to Mordecai to bury his son.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I do not believe it.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Father! For the little time that I remain here need we add more
+  bitterness to what exists?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  What do you say?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  I am going away.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  What--what--what do you say?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  I am going away!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Oh, oh, that crowns all! He can look into my dead eyes and threaten
+  this--without a quiver--without a qualm!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Ah, there was a time--there was a time, when I would have yielded any
+  sacrifice for you--when I was a boy and you had just gone blind, and
+  my heart was wrung with a pity for you that was a very pity in itself.
+  If I had seen tears in your poor sightless eyes, then my peace would
+  have been utterly destroyed; at the thought of having vexed you I
+  should have beaten my brow. And now it's gone--gone--and it won't come
+  back--it can't come back--because you robbed me of it.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I? I? What have _I_ done? And why do you go away?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  For reasons all of which I will not tell.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  You dog! To leave your father--sick and blind, and on the road to
+  poverty! God shall curse you for it!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  No; God shall not! To live under this roof--to see, day in, day
+  out--nothing--nothing--but, no--no! There _are_ reasons, reasons
+  enough, Heaven be my judge!
+
+      [_Several musical instruments begin to tune up in the house where
+        DANIEL and SAMSON live._
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Heaven will be your judge! There _are_ reasons--reasons you are
+  ashamed of--reasons you dare not tell!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  It is true! You have fouled my name, you have been in the mire, you
+  have committed some contemptible thing you are ashamed of! You are
+  running away, you dare not tell why!
+
+      [_RAFAEL throws over a chair; regains his composure._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Is it but three years ago that I was so ignorant, so raw, and so
+  fond of you? I had known you with the fire of life in your eyes, and
+  now it had gone; the light of your soul was as hidden in a dungeon,
+  because you were blind. Ah, how I suffered! I shut my eyes to
+  imagine it--darkness, black nothing; God's beautiful sky gone for
+  ever, as if you were in your coffin under ground! Awful! Awful! And
+  this, this was my father--my father, whom I loved and honoured, of
+  all the world!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Who asked your sympathy? Hold your tongue!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  I honoured you because you asked the sympathy of no man. I
+  _honoured_ you. Shall I ever forget that Friday, when I stood alone
+  in the gloom of this warehouse, watching you, sorrowing over your
+  blindness, with tears in my eyes! You stood by the scales. They were
+  weighing out your merchandise; the man who had bought it stooped and
+  shifted the weights; and your creature Jacob read the figures out
+  and you wrote them down in great coarse scrawls--your grey head
+  bare, your face turned up to heaven. How I loved you--how I pitied
+  you! You bore yourself with such calm--such fortitude--as if, when
+  God had touched your eyes, He had whispered into your ears some
+  portion of the everlasting truth. No one saw me--I was back in the
+  shadow. And I started forward; I wanted to say, "Father--go in;
+  father, never labour again! Sit in your chair--rest always--while I
+  do your bidding--while I do everything!" But I did not say it. No! I
+  stopped; I slunk back into the deepest shadow like a criminal. I had
+  uttered a cry, but you and Jacob did not hear me. On the platform of
+  the scales, when your client stooped to balance them, I had seen a
+  foot go out--go out while your white face was turned in holy calm to
+  heaven--go out and press down--so that the scales read false--so
+  that the man who bought our goods was tricked and robbed--robbed of
+  the money we had not earned from him. And again I saw it, and again,
+  and again, father! And the man whose foot went out and did this
+  crime, the man who was stealing and stealing, time after time,
+  stealing his money, stealing my respect, my honour, my youth, before
+  my eyes--was it Jacob? No, it was you--you, my father--my father,
+  whom I loved and pitied, and they had trusted--because you were
+  blind!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Shame! That's a lie! Shame!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  [_Turning to his father._] Is it a lie?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  [_Hoarsely._] Let him go on. Let him go on.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  And that afternoon I went with my father to the synagogue; I did not
+  pray, I could not speak. I only gazed at my father's face, waiting
+  to see it soften into some shade of doubt, of repentance, of
+  remorse. And the dead eyes faced up to the rafters where the sun
+  shone through--they faced up there with the same impassive
+  stare--the same holy calm, as when he stood with his foot on the
+  scales. Ah, when we walked home, how cold and pitiless the sky
+  looked down at me that winter day! We sat at our Sabbath table. He
+  complained that I was silent. He said prayers, he dipped the bread
+  in the salt. The lamplight shone on him, and I stared into his face,
+  and I saw nothing--nothing I had always thought I saw--and my heart
+  was ice; and he rose and stumbled over a stool and fell, and I
+  picked him up--and my heart was still ice. He was no longer blind to
+  me--he was nothing--nothing but a--ah no, no,--what's the
+  use--what's the use?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  [_Hoarsely._] Have I been different from the others? Aaron, Levy,
+  Isaac, would they not have done the same? Is there any one who would
+  not take advantage of my eyes? No; business is business.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Business,--Aaron, Levy, Isaac! God, how I have despised them all my
+  life!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Oh, he would give overweight!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  I will quarrel no more with you. When I am gone----
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  You are not going--you shall not go! [_Trembling._] I have nothing
+  in the world but you. Didn't I do it all for you? When I am dead the
+  money will be yours, and the blame sewed up in my shroud with me.
+  Can't you be content?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  [_After looking at him for a moment, hopelessly._] It is getting late.
+  I am tired. Let us go to bed, and to-morrow let us part friends.
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  You eat something. Then you'll feel differently. H'm! He go away! I
+  shall call up Rosa!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Thanks, no. I could not eat now. Has she not done enough this
+  sweltering day?
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Then I'm going to bed. No wonder, to be so irregular in your ways. You
+  were up last night. Couldn't you sleep?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  I did not sleep until nearly morning.
+
+      [_Exit ESTHER. SACHEL goes to try the shutters._
+
+  Well, good-night, father. You won't answer? Well, good-night!
+  [_Music begins in the house at the back._] [_Aside._] They are
+  playing my music. Give me time--I will show you what is in my soul!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  [_Aside._] The scales--that is not the only reason!
+
+    _Enter ROSA, who does not see SACHEL. She starts to go to RAFAEL.
+      SACHEL hears her._
+
+  Rosa, why are you not in bed? [_ROSA stops motionless, mute,
+  frightened._] Is that Rosa? [_He is suspicious._
+
+      [_They do not answer. Exit SACHEL into the house, evidently with a
+        purpose._
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_Rushing to RAFAEL._] Rafael! Rafael! Tell me the truth. Am I not
+  your wife? Don't you love me? Do you love some one else? Do you love
+  Aaron's daughter? They are planning to marry her to you. What does
+  it mean? [_He motions her to be silent._] Does it mean that you wish
+  it? No--no, it can't be that: you have said you were going away; but
+  you didn't tell them of me. Why? Why do you not tell them of
+  me?--soon enough you'll have to; and then--then you will have to
+  choose--choose between the rage of your father--between
+  disinheritance--poverty--the wrath of all the Ghetto, and me--only
+  me! Rafael, my life is in your hands. Love me--love me, Rafael!
+  Don't let me doubt you! [_He stops her mouth. Suddenly SACHEL opens
+  the window over the shop-door; he leans out, listens, hears nothing,
+  withdraws._] He's in my room--he's searching for me--he suspects
+  us--he has said so. He's coming down now; he's going to accuse us;
+  he's going to tell you to desert me--desert me or starve! Rafael,
+  what are you going to say? Rafael, what are you going to say?
+
+      [_He stops her mouth again; they look in through the door. A
+        pause._
+
+    _Enter SACHEL._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  She's not in the house! Rosa--where are you?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_Whispering to RAFAEL._] Where? Where?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  [_Quietly taking her in his arms._] Rosa is here, father.
+
+A WATCHMAN.
+
+  [_Heard in the distance._] Ten o'clock, and all's well! Ten o'clock,
+  and all's well!
+
+      [_SACHEL shakes his head._
+
+END OF THE FIRST ACT.
+
+
+
+
+THE SECOND ACT
+
+  SCENE: _A living room in the rear of SACHEL'S shop. A door at the
+    back opens into the street; at the left a staircase runs up over a
+    fireplace to a gallery which gives access to two rooms off the
+    stage._
+
+  _ROSA is discovered at the fireplace. ESTHER is at the dining-table,
+    which is set with the Sabbath-cloth. ESTHER crosses to a door at the
+    left._
+
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Sachel, your medicine!
+
+      [_ROSA brings a jug of hot water to the table; ESTHER prepares some
+        medicine with the water._
+
+    _Enter SACHEL._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  That girl--where is she?
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  She's here.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  [_Aside._] That's what Rafael said last night. Rosa! Go and water
+  the flowers in my window and pick off the dead leaves, and be sure
+  you give plenty of time to it.      [_Exit ROSA._
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Well! Since when have you taken such an interest in flowers?
+
+      [_She goes upstairs._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I want to talk; I've been awake all night. This girl keeps lying to
+  me. Last night she had the effrontery to tell me--[_with
+  calculation_]--she told me she was considered beautiful!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  [_Not interested._] Well, she is beautiful!
+
+      [_Exit ESTHER._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  H'm! [_He thinks deeply; rises._] Rosa!
+
+    _Enter ROSA._
+
+  Last night you tried to make me think you were ugly;--you deceived
+  me. You are not a woman--you are a fiend come into my house--come in
+  out of the Christian world--to do what? What do you expect to do
+  here? Do you know you are in the heart of the Ghetto? What do you
+  expect to do in my house?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Nothing but what my God gives me the right to do!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Your God? I tell you the wall your God built against us still shuts
+  Him away from here! You came into my house to divide it against
+  itself. You have been getting too near my son. Do you think I don't
+  know? You've been trying to turn him against his religion, you've
+  been trying to turn him against me!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  If I have, then I have failed. Rafael loves you.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  You say so? I ask no better proof that he hates me! You came into my
+  house to accomplish this, you vampire! Could you not have fastened
+  on someone else than Rafael? Who sent you here to find him? Did
+  your Christian God send you here?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_Thinking of RAFAEL._] Yes, yes, my God did send me here--[_checks
+  herself_]--or else I should have starved.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Starve! Does a demon ever starve? Not while young men have hot
+  blood! Hah! It is well that I have found you out before this thing
+  has gone too far. Don't I know your damned tricks; _you_ wouldn't be
+  satisfied with a passing touch of his lips. You've got a brain--a
+  lying, scheming, devilish brain! You want his heart--you want his
+  soul! By God! [_He goes vigorously and opens the door, to the
+  street._] Do you know what I'm going to do? There's where we found
+  you--out there in the streets, without a friend, without a cent, and
+  your dead father----
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Sachel, my father helped your people!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Now let the Jews help his daughter! You've lied to me always! Shall
+  I believe this story of your father? I believe he was a demon like
+  you! I believe he was sent out of hell to steal away men's souls, as
+  you were. You've found something to fight when you've come across
+  me! Shall I feel a snake in my bosom and not cast it out? [_He
+  points to the door._] You--[_He checks himself; a pause._] Shut the
+  door! Go on with your work! [_Exit ROSA._] No, no, no--it won't do
+  to _tear_ him away from her. She is beautiful;--we must marry him to
+  Rebecca. Rebecca is handsome, Rebecca is rich, Rebecca is minx
+  enough. We must marry him to Rebecca if we can. If not, to some one
+  else--any one else, as soon as we can. But we must handle him with
+  care. Ah! I had better get the Rabbi to talk to him; the Rabbi has
+  tact. And, for the present, we must let Rosa be.
+
+    _Enter ESTHER. A knock on the door._
+
+  Aaron. Come in!
+
+    _Enter AARON._
+
+AARON.
+
+  Good morning!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Good morning!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Good morning!
+
+AARON.
+
+  I shouldn't have come, my friend, if I hadn't promised Esther. For
+  I've been thinking it over; and if there is any question of your son
+  marrying my daughter, I tell you I will give eight thousand guilders
+  and no more!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  All because I said "Good morning" to you. I have been considering
+  it. I am willing to talk with you. As you probably said in your
+  sleep last night, if you can get rid of your daughter without paying
+  more than ten thousand guilders, you'll be pretty well satisfied.
+
+AARON.
+
+  Eh--what?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Come on, it's time to start to the synagogue; we'll have a talk on the
+  way.
+
+AARON.
+
+  But, my dear sir, eight thousand----
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  No; as you said in your sleep--ten thousand!
+
+      [_Exeunt all._
+
+    _Enter SAMSON, cautiously._
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  Rosa! Rosa! [_Aside._] A little show of modesty! Rosa! Nevertheless
+  she is listening at the other side of that door; she thinks I will
+  betray myself in some soliloquy. H'm! [_Loudly._] Ah--she's not
+  here; how the blood rushed to my heart, like the sea beating against
+  a rock, when I thought I should have two golden moments alone with
+  her! [_He stands on lowest cupboard shelf to be near her door, which
+  is upstairs._] But she's gone!--gone forth to air her beauty. Such
+  beauty! Such a face, such a form! Night after night she floats in my
+  dreams--[_he steps up one shelf nearer_]--for I love her so that I
+  have not slept a wink for weeks.
+
+    _Enter DANIEL, unobserved by SAMSON._
+
+  And if she were here I would tell her so! I could gratify her
+  tastes! For once her love is mine. [_He draws a bunch of keys from
+  his pocket._] She shall hear such music as this from morn till
+  night----
+
+      [_He jingles the keys._
+
+    _Enter ROSA._
+
+  One--two--three--four--five--five gold pieces! Did I come abroad
+  with only five? H'm! There are plenty more like these indoors--yes,
+  in doors! And here I stand perishing with my ardour. Nay, I feel
+  faint----
+
+      [_DANIEL bursts into loud laughter._
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_To SAMSON._] You miserable cur! [_SAMSON descends sheepishly._] If
+  I were of your faith--if I were not a servitor, without a father,
+  without a brother, you would not dare! [_DANIEL laughs._] And
+  you--if you were a little better than he, you would have struck him!
+  What do you want here? Go!
+
+DANIEL.
+
+  Look here, my girl, you need not be so virtuous when you talk to us!
+  We live next to you--our windows overlook yours--eh, Samson?
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  Don't you be unpleasant to this lady!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_To DANIEL._] What do you mean?
+
+DANIEL.
+
+  Lady! What do we mean? What's the difference? Rafael is a friend of
+  ours. We are most liberal--most charitable, eh, Samson?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Rafael? Why do you speak of Rafael? What do you mean?
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  Now you needn't bring Rafael into it, Daniel. I don't want any--any
+  misapprehension with Rafael.
+
+ROSA.
+
+  You shall have an understanding with him, you cowards--you vulgar
+  beasts! I shall tell him!
+
+DANIEL.
+
+  He'll tell you to hold your tongue. Are you his wife? No; you're a
+  Christian servant in his father's house; we know all about that, and
+  you'd better learn to take a joke.
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  It was only a joke, you know--only a joke--(_with a forced laugh._)
+  [_ROSA'S anger increases._] Now don't you tell Rafael that I was
+  trying to get in his way!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  What do you mean? Get in his way? He would flick you over his shoulder
+  into the canal. I shall tell him!
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  Don't--don't bring Rafael into it! Hasn't he enough on his mind
+  already?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Would anything so slight as you increase his burden? You cowards! You
+  both fear him! You _may_ fear him!
+
+    _Enter RAFAEL._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Hallo! News! news! I've seen Hanakoff--and Hanakoff
+  says--Hanakoff--what's the matter? What is the matter? Which of you
+  was it? Rosa, what did they do?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_Pointing to SAMSON._] Let him speak.
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  Why--why, she can't take a joke--that's all.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Oh, a joke. What was the joke? What was the joke?
+
+DANIEL.
+
+  Oh, everything is a joke. Don't we live across the street? Can two
+  people help putting their heads together once in a while? Well, of
+  course, if you--if she--if we--why, of course----
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  What did they say?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  They said--they insinuated that--that----
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  I know what they said. You--I--[_He takes hold of them both._] Two
+  people can't help putting their heads together! If you will meet me
+  in some seclusion, my two good friends, I'll show you how two heads
+  can be so put together that two people shall see stars enough to
+  read their horoscopes. You shall read in those stars the name of
+  Rosa--Rosa who, God search my soul, is purer than the snows on the
+  crest of the Jungfrau. Quite properly--[_as he causes them to bend
+  low_]--quite properly, they bend in homage, Rosa! And Daniel here,
+  Daniel whom the starving lions would not taste--the story never
+  seemed to me so true as now--he says that what he said he did not
+  say, and can't remember what it was, and is most sorry that he said
+  it--and see--[_forces them_]--bends low. I thank you for your
+  courtesy. And Samson, he that slew the thousands with the jawbone
+  of an ass--which is his jawbone to this day--he's swallowing those
+  words he spoke, so eagerly that he chokes! Ha, ha! my ardent
+  friends! [_He turns them about ironically._] And must you go? Ah,
+  well! [_He pushes them towards the door._] If you insist--if you
+  insist--Good-bye! Good-bye! [_He throws them violently out._] [_Then
+  to ROSA._] I have seen Hanakoff; he is going to play my music
+  to-night; and if--Rosa--[_ROSA bursts into tears._] Rosa!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Go away from me!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  But why, Rosa----
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Let me be! You shall never touch me again! I hate you--I loathe
+  you--all of you!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  But have I not disposed of them! Is there anything else? My darling!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  No, never again; never shall you lay your hand on me! I know what
+  lies before me now. I am your wife and you will not proclaim me. I
+  am your wife and they insult me, and you bundle them off without a
+  word such as I wanted, as if I were your mistress, who must not be
+  vexed! I know now; last night you soothed me over--you took me in
+  your arms before him; but he is blind--he did not understand--he
+  only suspected something foul; and so it will grow, until his
+  suspicion makes an open accusation; and then you will stand
+  revealed--you will shrink away from me--you will cry, "I have sinned
+  in the sight of the synagogue," and I shall be cast out of doors--a
+  broken plaything, a husk of yesterday!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Rosa! Rosa! Are you not my wife?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Your wife--here in the Ghetto--here among your people? No, to them I
+  am a Christian--to them I cannot be your wife--to them I am a
+  sacrilege--an insult in their teeth! Oh! as one who enters hell I
+  entered here--a steaming hell of avarice; not life--but a sickly
+  poisoned dream of gain, gain--always gain. I thought I saw a bright
+  light shining in this horrid place. I flew to you--I gave you my
+  soul--to find myself--ugh!--only----
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Horror! that you should even think such things!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Think such things! You say you love me with all your heart--with all
+  your soul. How great is your soul that dares not the anger of a
+  father who is wrong?--a soul that fears poverty, disinheritance, the
+  hatred of the Ghetto? You fear that you would be cast off, that you
+  would suffer want and ridicule, that your father would never feed
+  you and clothe you again; and when that fear comes into your heart
+  what room is left for me? Love! Ugh! Ugh! What is _your_ love! The
+  love of the way that is easiest, the love of the son of honest
+  Sachel--the love of a Jew!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  [_Slowly, sorrowfully._] And now _you_ say "Jew!" "Jew!" as they say
+  it in the streets, among the mob, when I go beyond the Ghetto. It
+  sounds strange from lips that I thought loved me; it sounds strange
+  from the daughter of your father! Such a man he was! When you and I
+  had our first long talks together, and you told me of the noble
+  deeds your father had done in behalf of the Jews, I couldn't help
+  loving you for his sake; and now you call me Jew! I _am_ a Jew.
+  Never forget that I am a Jew. I have married you; and when it is
+  known I shall have no standing among Jews. The orthodox will avoid
+  me as a pariah, and the mob of Jews will howl at me when I go into
+  the street. And I shall still be a Jew--proud of my race, proud of
+  its fortitude, of the great triumph which shall come to us Jews when
+  we have shaken off the material shell which hides our spirits, and
+  makes us no better and no worse than the Christians! No, no! You are
+  angry--you don't care what you say! You are angry--and you sneer at
+  my father. What do you know against my father's honesty?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  He is the father of a man who has married me and dares not proclaim
+  me.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Dares not! Dares not! Ah, you little know me if you think that!
+  Rosa, Rosa! Look here! My dear little girl, you are all wrong. We
+  have agreed on this point. It was yourself who said that we must not
+  tell of our marriage yet. [_ROSA sinks into a chair._] You said that
+  I must give my time to my music, until I had made a name--until
+  we could go forth on our own footing--not cast out of that
+  door--without a cent between us, to be reviled and hustled by the
+  mob. And I thought of my father--of his old age--of his pain. If he
+  _is_ wrong--if he _is_ what he should not be, he's still my
+  father----
+
+ROSA.
+
+  He called me a demon just now! He opened the door and was about to
+  bid me go from here. He said my father came out of hell. He called
+  me a vampire--he called me a snake----
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Oh--! Oh--! Rosa, poor little Rosa!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_Weeping._] I only want you to love me. I want to know it--to know
+  that they cannot, shall not take you from me! Tell me so, Rafael;
+  burn it into my heart, Rafael!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Yes, it must be burned into your heart, dear. Before to-night it
+  shall be. I love you! I dare anything for the sake of my love for
+  you!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Rafael!
+
+      [_Knock at the door. She rushes upstairs._
+
+  Rafael! But your father--[_knock_]--you mustn't tell him!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Hush! [_Exit ROSA. RAFAEL goes to the window; sees REBECCA._]
+  Rebecca! She knows that the old people will be at the synagogue at
+  this hour. What does she want here? A true daughter of her father,
+  and yet she has many virtues, I suppose! I wish she would take her
+  virtues and go home! I want to get at my music.
+
+    _Enter REBECCA._
+
+  Oh, some friend of Rosa, I suppose?
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  What--don't you know me? I am Rebecca--I used to know you once.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Oh, Rebecca--Abram's daughter, of course. Won't you----?
+
+      [_Points to a chair._
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  Not Abram's daughter, Rafael; Aaron's daughter. My father was here
+  only yesterday.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Oh, Aaron's daughter! Oh yes! Aaron was here only yesterday!
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  Yes.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  And now you are here.
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  Yes. He came to sell some wool.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Some wool? I thought it was a lamb he came to sell. Ah well! [_Motions
+  to chair._] Let us proceed to business.
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  But I did not come on business.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  We are quite alone.
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  From what your friends Samson and Daniel have just told me, I should
+  think not.
+
+      [_She examines the room._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  How do you like it?
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  [_Laughs._] Father said I ought to come and see Esther.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Oh, so your father--a thoughtful man; your father, a man of tact,
+  admirable tact!
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  You say such strange things!
+
+      [_A pause. She begins to struggle with a ring on her finger._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  [_Yawning._] Admirable tact!
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  This ring--it's so tight--it hurts my finger so! I took it from
+  Isaac's son one time--when we played that our fathers had engaged us
+  to marry. I don't suppose it was quite proper of me, was it, Rafael?
+  It was years ago--but--but--[_pulls_]--it doesn't come easily! [_She
+  stretches out her hand to him._] Don't you want to clear it away,
+  Rafael?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  [_Goes to the cupboard._] Just a moment.
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  [_With her hand still out._] Everybody out, Rafael?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  [_Bringing a plate._] There's not a Jew in the house.
+
+      [_He removes the ring easily, and gives it to her on the plate._
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  [_Vexed._] Your servant--that Christian person--I suppose she's
+  listening at that door?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  [_He sits on the table._] You might go up and see.
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  [_After hesitating, she runs up the stairs and opens the door._] Oh! I
+  don't believe there is any one in the house but us! I'm afraid to come
+  down!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  You needn't be!
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  You mustn't come up!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  They'll be home soon. Let us proceed to business.
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  [_Archly coming down one step._] Do you call it business?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  I can't say I do. I weigh 12 stone, Rebecca, and your father won't
+  give but 8000 guilders. That's--that's 666 guilders a stone; 14 into
+  666, that's only 45 guilders a pound! And----
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  No, it's over 47-1/2 guilders a pound.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  I am sure you are right--only 47-1/2 guilders a pound he'll give for
+  me. No, I can't say I call that business.
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  [_Coming down a step._] You don't seem to have much sentiment about
+  it, Rafael.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Ah, if it were only a matter of sentiment! [_She comes down two
+  steps._] But sentiment after business, Rebecca, after business. I
+  am 40 inches round the chest, Rebecca; and if my heart should swell
+  I should be doubtless 45. But at eight thousand guilders, Rebecca,
+  it doesn't swell!
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  But I--I don't like to talk this way, Rafael; it doesn't seem to me
+  quite--quite nice.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  That is your delicacy, Rebecca, your extreme delicacy. But we must not
+  mix delicacy with business, Rebecca. He sticks at eight thousand, and
+  not a thing, I suppose, in the way of dresses, finery, rigging----?
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  It's really most unpleasant to have to talk of such things. Of
+  course I shall have a dozen of everything; father has told me
+  so--when I am--when I--I can't say it! I really can't speak of it.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  That's your shrinking nature, Rebecca, your extreme sensitiveness!
+  H'm! How should a man's heart know which way to beat? On the one
+  side the daughter, with her delicacy, her shrinking nature; on the
+  other side the father, who sticks at eight thousand guilders! No;
+  at eight thousand I will not love you. It would not be dignified at
+  eight thousand!
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  [_Coming down the remaining steps._] But you don't suppose that if
+  my father were willing to give, say, ten thousand, he would begin at
+  more than eight thousand; not with _your_ father--now would he,
+  Rafael? But I think that nowadays, when young people are to be--when
+  they intend--they ought to have some sentiment for each other.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  H'm!
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  And, moreover, I think that young men should be more careful as to
+  how they let themselves be talked about--more careful than you are.
+  They call you an infidel, Rafael, and they say disagreeable things
+  about you and this impertinent servant of yours.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  They do! [_A pause._] Of course, if we were to contemplate
+  matrimony--you and I--such a matter would be very serious.
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  It certainly would.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  And so it's very fortunate, Rebecca, that we have been talking in a
+  kind of irony--you and I--over a matter which was never even
+  remotely possible! Isn't it?
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  [_After a pause._] Yes, _very_ fortunate. It would have been most
+  unfortunate for you if you had ever entertained the idea. If your
+  father or mine entertain it, we must speedily end that. Go on with
+  your scullerymaid; it's nothing to me.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  No, it's nothing to you, Rebecca! You and I don't want to marry, and
+  they are trying to chain us together against our wills! We must
+  fight them, Rebecca! We must put our backs against the wall! Your
+  father will whisper avarice to you. He'll bid you look around. "This
+  is thy neighbour's house," he'll say. "It will all be Rafael's;
+  see--see--treasure, value, gain; see the jewels there, the gold and
+  silver, the rich laces and old articles of art--all his, my
+  girl--and his father will die soon! He'll die of joy if he gets
+  eight thousand guilders with his daughter-in-law. And then it will
+  be all yours--yours and Rafael's; yours to hug and wrap your soul
+  around, my girl; all--all, from the last atom of diamond dust in
+  the cases there, to the rust on the nail in the latch on the door
+  that keeps away the moans of the starving!"
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  But do you think----?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  But you won't be betrayed by an old man's lust for gold. No! You'll
+  say: "Father, I have a heart; I will not give myself to one I do not
+  love, to soothe your itching palm!" You'll look well saying that,
+  Rebecca! You'll stand and face him in the dignity of truth! You'll
+  be defending the next generation against the crawling viper of
+  greed! I'd like to be there! I'd like to see the flash in your eyes;
+  even now you cannot think of it without fire in your look! I see the
+  anger of righteousness; I cannot too deeply express my respect,
+  Rebecca!
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  Do you think I don't know what you mean? You think I want to marry
+  you--to get you away from this vile creature--this unthinkable
+  person who----
+
+    _Enter ROSA._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Will you be so good as to say no more about Rosa! If a man--[_He
+  checks himself._] Let me tell you what she is to me----
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Rafael, Rafael!
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  Oh! She calls you Rafael! She was listening all the time! What they
+  say is true: you thrust your shameful doings in my face! I shall
+  tell my father--I shall tell everyone; they will stone you from the
+  Ghetto! You tried to make a fool of me; and you--you----
+
+      [_She bursts into tears. Exit._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  And now I'm going to break my poor old father's heart. I am going to
+  tell him that you and I were married by the Civil Authority beyond
+  the Ghetto, that we are one and indivisible. Poor old man! I am not
+  without love for my father, you know. He will think that I am lost
+  for ever; he will turn me away from his door with a curse on his
+  lips; and then, when we are gone, he'll sink down in his chair and
+  weep; a broken life, an old age come to nothing! And he may die at
+  any moment--it may kill him--and he _might_ have died and never have
+  known it.
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Rafael, I can't be the cause of his death! Don't tell him, Rafael! I
+  will try to live on--as we are.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Live on as we are, with this doubt in your heart? You have said I
+  dared not face poverty for your sake. Such a doubt must be killed at
+  any cost. I won't have it coming back to you to mar your faith in me
+  in after years. No; there's no question of my not telling him;
+  there's only the question of how to tell him.
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Rafael, I would rather you wouldn't! I have been selfish; I forgot
+  about your father; I forgot about your music.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  My father will probably speak first of Rebecca. I shall say: "No,
+  father, I will marry no woman I do not love." Then that will be
+  settled; my father will let the matter drop. Then I shall tell him
+  about you. Either he will be violent or he will ask me a few
+  questions between his teeth, such as: "How much money have you?"
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Nothing!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Or, "What vocation are you master of?"
+
+ROSA.
+
+  The music--if he could only hear----!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  My father is as deaf to my art as he is blind. "Are you master of an
+  art, when it will not yield you bread?" he will say.
+
+ROSA.
+
+  But it will yield you bread, if you will but wait, Rafael!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  I was very happy when I came through that door. I saw Hanakoff this
+  morning. He is going to play my Fantasia to-night, Rosa, before the
+  aristocracy; he is going to let me lead his orchestra! And in a
+  month he would have played my Symphony!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Would have! Why not, then?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Why not? It won't be possible, Rosa.
+
+ROSA.
+
+  It must be possible! Why not? Why not?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Well, because the Symphony isn't finished, and in the time when I
+  thought to finish it I shall be working with my hands to keep us
+  from starving--if a man can keep from starving by working with his
+  hands!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Rafael, you shall not tell your father! You shall not sacrifice your
+  career to me. I wounded you too deeply. I didn't mean what I said--I
+  didn't realise what I was doing. See, dear, we must wait for the
+  Symphony. You must go on with your work--you must have peace--you
+  must know that I love you--that I cannot doubt you! Don't you feel
+  that the music will succeed?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  It must succeed! It's beautiful. My God, I know it's beautiful!
+  Because it is you, Rosa, shining through my art, lifting up my
+  spirit till I can't call the work mine. It comes from you and from
+  God!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Then, against my will, will you put me between God and the message
+  he sends to the world through you? No!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  I must accept the challenge you have made. I am a musician; but I'm
+  a man first!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  But--but I----      [_She weeps._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Don't--don't! And this is the day I had looked forward to for so
+  many weary months; my music has found a great man who believes in
+  it, and on that day my spirit is sunken within me; I am waiting to
+  give my father a blow that may kill him, and the woman I love so
+  tenderly is sobbing her foolish little heart out on my knee!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_Springing up._] Not now! I have stopped sobbing--the tears have
+  cleared my eyes--I see better than you! I will not have you magnify
+  the doubt I threw into my angry words. There was no doubt; I spoke
+  falsely. Have I not given you my life? I should not dare to doubt
+  you! There are things that must not, shall not be done. We are going
+  to pass through a fire of hatred, scorn, ridicule. We _must_ have
+  success, we _must_ triumph, and we must protect your father from
+  harm. Go! Tell your father you cannot marry Rebecca; tell him he
+  must not think of that. Lead him home, speak kind words to him, but
+  don't tell him of me. And then go to work on your Symphony. You say
+  I inspired it. You touch my vanity. I want to inspire it to the end!
+  Don't mind me, don't think of me. Work, work, and only let me once
+  in a while come softly, silently, and----
+
+      [_She kisses his hand._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Rosa! Rosa! How you tempt me! I want to do what is right. I can't
+  tell which it is, but the child of my soul is coming forth into the
+  world, and your kiss is so like a mother's kiss--it seems to bid me
+  be gentle to my child--not to kill it before it is born. Oh, how I
+  love my music--love it because it lets me express my love for you! I
+  say the world shall never forget how I loved you when my music goes
+  down to history! Rosa, Rosa, can you wait--can you trust me?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_Joyfully._] You are going to grant my prayer--you're going to
+  wait--wait! I'm so glad--I'm so glad!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Unless they force me to it, I'll wait. I must go and find my father;
+  it's late already. And then to the Symphony! Ah, you--you are my
+  Symphony--it cannot fail! We must have success--and then let the
+  Ghetto do what it can! I ought to be back in an hour. Will you steal
+  a moment to let me tell you how things stand?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Yes! yes! Good-bye! good-bye! Remember, there is no Rosa--she does
+  not exist!
+
+      [_RAFAEL shakes his head laughingly; kisses her. Exit. She stands
+        smiling and happy._
+
+A VOICE WITHOUT.
+
+  That was the man; he's going to marry a Christian!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Oh!
+
+ANOTHER VOICE.
+
+  He's going to marry the Christian servant in his father's house!
+
+VARIOUS VOICES.
+
+  Oh! Shame! shame! [_ROSA runs to the window._] Oh! Oh!
+
+THE SECOND VOICE.
+
+  It's a sacrilege! He's an infidel!
+
+THE THIRD VOICE.
+
+  He's a dog!      [_Mingled cries of "Yes, yes!"_
+
+ROSA.
+
+  What will they do? That girl! that girl! she has told them!
+
+THE FIRST VOICE.
+
+  Shall he do this in our teeth and not suffer?
+
+VARIOUS VOICES.
+
+  No, no!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Ah! they'll stone him! Ah! O God, it might be the last time he ever
+  touched my lips!
+
+A WOMAN'S VOICE.
+
+  Stone him! Stone him! He mocks our God!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Ah, Rafael! What shall I do?
+
+VARIOUS VOICES.
+
+  He does! He's a dog! He insults us all! Out of the Ghetto with him!
+  Come on!
+
+      [_A number of rough men and women charge along the street, and are
+        seen through the window, repeating their cries, which then begin
+        to diminish in the distance._
+
+ROSA.
+
+  It has come! He's alone--he'll face them--he will not yield an inch!
+  [_A rising yell of the mob is heard._] Rafael! No, he shall not be
+  alone! No! No!
+
+      [_She opens the door. A yell from the mob farther in the distance;
+        she locks the door and runs off past the window. A still more
+        distant yell from the mob dying away._
+
+END OF THE SECOND ACT.
+
+
+
+
+THE THIRD ACT
+
+  SCENE: _A street. At the right the entrance to the synagogue, with
+    steps and a portico. At the left the house of AARON, before which
+    are some chairs, in the shade of an awning. Some trees and shrubs
+    give a grateful contrast to the surroundings of SACHEL'S house, seen
+    in ACT I._
+
+  _The final chant of a Jewish service is heard within the synagogue.
+    Enter REBECCA, flushed from her interview with RAFAEL, as the chant
+    ends, and among others, AARON comes out of the synagogue._
+
+
+AARON.
+
+  Ah, you've come back! Did you find Esther at home?
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  No; you knew she would not be at home!
+
+AARON.
+
+  Eh! After you had gone, my dear, there I saw her, going into the
+  synagogue.
+
+    _Enter ROSA; she looks about anxiously._
+
+  Well, how did you--how did you get on?
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  [_Angrily, seeing ROSA._] I----
+
+AARON.
+
+  [_Seeing ROSA._] 'Sh! It's all arranged, my girl! You wanted him; now
+  you have him. Are you happy?
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  [_Her eyes on ROSA, with growing malevolence._] Yes.
+
+AARON.
+
+  Go in. Rafael is coming here, and the Rabbi--a quiet talk. Make
+  yourself look well; the boy's a little high-strung, you know.
+  By-and-by we will go out by the shop door; we will come round this
+  way and join them. We must use tact. Will you come in?
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  [_Still facing ROSA._] In a moment.      [_Exit AARON._
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_Overcoming a reluctance._] Have you seen Rafael?
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  He's not here. [_Malignantly._] He went home again.
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Do you speak the truth?
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  If I spoke all the truth I know you would not stay to hear it!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  All the truth you know would not take long to tell!      [_Exit._
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  She hates me! She shall hate me more!
+
+      [_Exit into the house._
+
+    _Enter SACHEL and ESTHER from the synagogue; she looks about._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  You do not see him?
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Not yet.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  He won't come; he suspects that the Rabbi will try to influence him.
+
+    _Enter SAMSON and DANIEL._
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  He said he would walk home with us. Good afternoon, have you seen
+  Rafael?
+
+DANIEL.
+
+  Good afternoon. [_To SAMSON._] _Have_ we seen Rafael!
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  Is he looking for us?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  He might be; he does not care what vagabond he goes with.
+
+DANIEL.
+
+  It is true! For I hear he is about to turn Christian and marry his
+  father's maid-servant!
+
+SAMSON.
+
+  And any one who dislikes it is to be thrown out of the house--even if
+  it be his father! Daniel, shall we stay to meet such a person?
+
+DANIEL.
+
+  I scorn the interview!      [_Exeunt._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  You are rascals and liars! [_To ESTHER._] They speak the truth! It
+  is Rosa who has turned my son against me!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Oh, be still! Here comes the Rabbi!
+
+    _Enter THE RABBI, with a father, a mother, and their son, who seems
+      subdued, as if after an exhortation by THE RABBI. THE RABBI
+      dismisses them blandly._
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  That boy came as stubborn as a donkey, but a little touch of
+  sympathy, enough concession to soothe his pride, a little tact
+  withal, and he departs as meek as a lamb.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  But Rafael is my son, and you cannot twist him about your finger. He
+  has no heart; he treats me like a dog. They say he is foul of my
+  maid-servant. If it's true----
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  'Sh! 'sh! Scandalous! Are you every gossip's plaything? Come!
+  Violence, violence--we shall do nothing with violence. Rafael is
+  young, short-sighted and stubborn; but he's a good fellow at heart.
+  We must handle him delicately, like a big trout. You leave him to
+  me, and he will stay at home and marry Aaron's daughter, willingly.
+
+      [_They sit in front of AARON'S house._
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Now what did I tell you, you silly old man!
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  Silly old man! Not at all. An affectionate father, deeply troubled
+  about his only child--sorely vexed because too many things have gone
+  wrong at once! Would you have him sit still and not open his month?
+  Oh no, Sachel is not the man to let things take care of themselves!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  It is true! What does she know about the feelings of a parent? Ah, I
+  would mould things now, Rabbi, but times have changed. Once, as it
+  is written in the Books of Moses, a son must obey his father, or he
+  would be stoned to the gates of the city! That was right!
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  It was right then; but, as you so very rightly observe, Sachel,
+  times have changed; and when one throws stones now, one must pay for
+  the windows. So, instead of stoning Rafael, we shall marry him to
+  Rebecca; and in time you shall be the grandfather of a boy; a boy, I
+  say! Ha, ha, ha! You don't laugh enough, Sachel!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I cannot laugh! I tell you there is a serpent in my house. This
+  girl--this Rosa, I could swear that she----
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  Shame! shame! I won't hear about it! It was for you that I was
+  preaching, but you do not listen when you come to synagogue. Of
+  course, you were thinking about Rafael. You leave him to me. He
+  shall marry Rebecca, do you hear? In such matters as this you are a
+  child!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  He shall do my bidding, or he shall go in rags! 'Sh!
+
+      [_They all listen. Enter RAFAEL, with his hand bound up carelessly
+        in a handkerchief._
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  Why, it's Rafael! What an unexpected pleasure!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  It _is_ a long time since I have seen you.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Daniel and Samson are liars! But if it were true, I would----
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  Tut, tut! What's the matter? Mumbling about business matters on the
+  Sabbath! Well, well, how you've shot up since--since----
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Since last I came to the synagogue I have had time to grow.
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  I pass that over. I don't look upon you as gone astray. You are
+  seeking for the light, and when you find it, whether you think so
+  now or not, you will find it there! [_Indicating the synagogue._]
+  Just as when you find happiness you will find it here.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  In the house of Aaron?
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  With your father, and at home, under the roof where your mother
+  lived. Ah! what a fine career is open to you in following out your
+  father's business! It isn't every boy who has such opportunities!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Business! You in your synagogue--you ought to be the enemy of
+  business. You ought to preach it to our people without end that
+  their life of morning, noon, and night, and not a breath drawn but
+  for sake of gain, is a sickly mockery of life, and that it is
+  against the law of Moses!
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  Another prophet! Business, gain, contrary to the laws of Moses! Go
+  on, my boy! Let us have the sermon you would preach! Ha, ha! Go on!
+  Now I shall learn something.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Have I not read in the Book of Moses how the people divided the
+  soil, and there was no one who had more than another; and there was
+  no grinding of the poor, and there was never any selling of lands:
+  "For mine is the soil, and you are but strangers unto Me!" And
+  among them was not business despised? How did Jacob speak of
+  Issachar?
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  Bravo! "A strong ass," eh? Ha, ha, ha! You've been deep in the
+  Pentateuch. Where will you find such inspirations in any other
+  Sacred Book? But you should read them under guidance, you foolish
+  boy!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Under guidance! There is a guidance born in me that takes me where I
+  am, and I do not fear! It is a guidance that lives to-day; it is not
+  a guidance dug from the bones of a dead people of the dim past! I
+  know. You are going to say that Solomon did business, that David did
+  business. I don't care if they did! And you tell me that I skim the
+  surface, that I miss the spirit of the Jewish faith; and I tell you
+  that it is this spirit that my soul revolts against--the spirit that
+  holds our people in chains--the chains of the Ghetto!
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  Ghetto! There is no Ghetto! We do not live in Ghettos now, my boy!
+  Preposterous!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  And now _you_ are skimming the surface, and _you_ will not see the
+  truth that underlies! You say there is no Ghetto! Could I ever play
+  with any but another Jew when I was a child? Could I ever eat with a
+  Christian? Was I ever taught by any but a Jew? No, you have taught
+  me to despise the Christians!
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  They persecuted us for ages; they have not taught us to admire them.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  They have ceased to persecute us, they have taken down the stones of
+  the Ghetto walls, but still we are taught to despise them; still we
+  try to think ourselves the chosen people. We set ourselves as a race
+  against them and the universal brotherhood of man. This is the proof
+  of it: _our women we marry, theirs we pay!_
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  That is not true; it's a shameful calumny!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  I can pick you ten young men to prove it--out of those that heard
+  you preach to-day!
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  How dare you say such a thing! Are you a Jew no longer? Am I
+  speaking to a Christian?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  You are speaking to a Jew who claims to-day and to-morrow as his
+  own--not yesterday! A Jew who believes that it shall not be asked if
+  a man worship in a synagogue or in a cathedral, in a chapel or in a
+  mosque, or in silence and solitude under God's own dome! And the
+  falsehood you have brought me up by; our hatred and our bigotry
+  which keeps us away from them, our cursed earthiness which keeps
+  them away from us--I loathe it all--I hate it--I will fight it as
+  long as I live! I am a Jew--a Jew of to-day and to-morrow; and every
+  man whom God created in his image is my brother!
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  The boy's gone daft! Daft!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  No, not that; he's been poisoned--poisoned by this damned creature in
+  my house! She's his----
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  Be still! I lost my self-control--set me a better example. I--I--it
+  is many years--indeed, I may say I have never listened to such a
+  tirade! Let me tell you, you will live to regret what you have said
+  here in the very shadow of the synagogue. I will not treat it
+  seriously; I cannot! That you--a mere boy who has gobbled a bit here
+  and a bit there from the Book of Law, should have the monstrous
+  effrontery to--to----
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Father, are you ready to walk home now?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I--I am not rested yet.      [_He pokes THE RABBI._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  From the sermon?
+
+    _Enter two rough fellows, supporting another, who has a swollen eye;
+      they stand at a distance, with sinister looks at RAFAEL._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Ha, ha! [_Pokes THE RABBI._] You don't laugh enough!
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  As I was about to say, when I was interrupted, you have said that
+  Rafael wants to go away. Then let him go! When he comes back he'll
+  have a different view of his people. Do you fear he won't come back;
+  not come back to his home--to his blind old father? You are foolish,
+  Sachel! Drive him away, and he'll find that there is no home in the
+  world like a Jewish home--that a clock ticks nowhere in the world as
+  it does by one's own hearth. Ah, the Christians don't know what
+  family life is; they have nothing to compare with ours. It is
+  because we stay by one another, because we are sober and temperate
+  and industrious and respectful of our elders!
+
+      [_RAFAEL goes up, faces the three men at the back; they slink off.
+        He returns, showing a new determination in his face._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  He ought to marry; then he would appreciate that.
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  Marry? Who spoke of marrying? He doesn't want to marry yet; I
+  wouldn't have him marry yet. Don't try to hurry Rafael; he's not the
+  fellow to stand it. My dear friends, when the time comes, and a
+  strong, fine-looking young fellow makes up his mind that----
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  It is a good idea. I have been thinking of marriage all day.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Eh, you have? Now what sort of thoughts did you have? I suppose you
+  thought I would object, eh?
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  But he doesn't know any girls. He never looks at them!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  I know one.
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Indeed! And whom, pray?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Aaron's daughter--Rebecca. Do you know her?
+
+      [_SACHEL nudges THE RABBI._
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  This is where she lives; and she came to see us yesterday, with her
+  father.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Indeed! What did he come for?
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  To sell some wool! She's a fine girl, I should say.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  A delicate person--a retiring person--a shrinking person!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Oh, not too much so.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  [_As if disappointed._] Then you think she is not so sensitive a
+  creature?
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Well, I should say she _was_ perhaps rather sensitive.
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  Shrinking, I should say.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Shrinking; she is shrinking, I should say!      [_A pause._
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Well----
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  And----
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  And did----?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+   Eh? Rain--rain? Oh no!
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  Speaking of Rebecca reminds me, and I will tell you an anecdote----
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Curious coincidence that, just as my mind was full of thoughts of love
+  and matrimony, in should burst this same Rebecca!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Eh? eh?      [_He nudges THE RABBI._
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  Curious? Not at all! Beauty, health, cleverness--the idea is in the
+  air, wherever she goes. If I were a young man--but such matters are
+  not for my concern until they are brought to the synagogue--I
+  should----
+
+      [_REBECCA appears at the window of AARON'S house._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  True, Rabbi, true! And you do wisely not to meddle with them. Do you
+  know there was a faint suggestion in the air--like the subtle odour
+  of some tender flower--that possibly Rebecca would not be averse to
+  marrying me!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Well, well, well! Hee, hee!      [_He nudges THE RABBI._
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Dear me; love at first sight!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Not at first sight; we have had previous interviews----
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Eh? eh? The rascal!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  ----about fourteen years ago. And now we have met again, and I
+  thought she would be willing to marry me, but being so shrinking a
+  creature, like--what shall I say--like a snail withdrawing into its
+  shell----      [_REBECCA draws back in pain._
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  [_Mildly deprecating._] Oh!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  She would not say so in as many words.
+
+      [_REBECCA looks out again._
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  I am sorry for the poor girl; for, if the truth be told--But, there,
+  you are not serious about anything!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Why do you say "poor girl" when she would bring----
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  But Rafael doesn't look to dowries; he has a romantic turn. The fact
+  that she would bring five or six thousand guilders----
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Ten thousand guilders!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Ten thousand guilders! [_In irony._] H'm! But--Oh, well, I'm not a
+  very keen observer, Rabbi; it is probable that Rebecca never----
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  On the contrary. For, speaking of that very matter, which, of course,
+  is no affair of mine, she----
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Quite true, quite true! What did you say, aunt?
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Eh? Oh, I was going to say that she begged your photograph of me
+  yesterday, and when it dropped into the canal she was almost ready to
+  cry.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  H'm! But it was careless of her to drop me into that nasty canal!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  It blew in; there came a great gust of wind.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  The wind must have been Aaron, disputing the value of his wool!
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  Good! Good! Ha, ha, ha! He has a mind; he will not let his heart run
+  away with his head!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  And so Rebecca----H'm! But I shall not let my heart run away with my
+  purse. I should hold my hot young blood in bounds!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Not always! Not always! A young man must have his day!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  But is she well? Is she sound? One cannot be too cautious. I knew of
+  a girl who seemed as strong as a green peach on a tree; and she had
+  not been two days married when, what do you think? Why, she died!
+  She knew she was going to die, but she never told him! That's awful,
+  awful! Oh! Oh! I could not stand a thing like that! [_THE RABBI
+  rises to look at RAFAEL'S face._] I have a soul, Rabbi, I know,
+  because you taught me so, and a deception like that--it would kill
+  my love.
+
+      [_REBECCA draws in, distressed._
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  Are you serious?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Am I serious? He asks me if I am serious! But that was not Rebecca.
+  You think Rebecca is----
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  She's as honest as her father!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Ah! Two of them, as honest as each other! [_THE RABBI has growing
+  appreciation of the irony._] H'm! But a good housewife? A good
+  needlewoman? Sharp over the counter? My father has not slaved to
+  feed the idleness of another man's daughter!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  I'll answer for that. I thought I could bake cakes, but she's coming
+  to-morrow to teach me how! You never tasted such cakes!
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  Indeed, I believe I have heard them spoken of.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  [_Who has been musing._] Eh--cakes? You cannot expect a girl to know
+  everything. Anyway, she's coming to-morrow; and Esther is going to----
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Esther is going to learn from her. Excellent!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Eh? [_He is nudged by ESTHER._] Yes, yes!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Good, good! I half suspect that--that you look with favour on
+  Rebecca. We--we had considerable conversation this morning, we
+  talked of money--and love--and----
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  They talked of love! Now, what did you say of love?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  And we talked of money--and of children--and of--money.
+
+      [_ESTHER looks at THE RABBI; she also now in dawning suspicion of
+        RAFAEL'S irony._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Ha, ha! They talked of love and children! Of love and children! We
+  must have some wine, Rafael--this is the house of a friend. Esther,
+  you go and fetch it. Now what----
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  They charge two prices at that place around the corner.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I say we will have some wine! Some good wine! Go!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Very well; it is a season of denial with us.
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  But the extreme heat! [_Whispers._] Get some from my house.
+
+      [_Exit ESTHER._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  H'm! They talked of children and love! And what did you say about
+  children, my boy? Ah, they are beautiful things; though I could not
+  see one, I could fondle it! What about children, my boy?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  We said that they should each have two cradles; one with a soft
+  pillow of burnt wool and one with a hard pillow of burnt cotton, so
+  that they should learn the difference before they were old enough to
+  tell the sun from a silver coin.
+
+      [_An angry gesture from THE RABBI._
+
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Eh, what--H'm! Yes, yes, but later--later would do as well. And
+  about love, Rafael; what did she say about love?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Oh, she is a shrinking creature--as shrinking as wool unmixed with
+  cotton! And, at first, she would not talk of love, but at length she
+  said that when she was married she expected to have a dozen----
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  A dozen! That's too large a family in such times as these!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  A dozen of everything.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Ah yes--a dozen of everything, Rafael; a dozen of the finest. Her
+  father has told me so.
+
+    _Enter ESTHER, followed by a servant with glasses of wine on a
+      tray._
+
+  And a dowry of ten thousand guilders! What do you think of that, my
+  boy? The wine--here! I shall propose a toast! [_He takes a glass and
+  gives glasses to the others; ESTHER and THE RABBI take theirs
+  unwillingly._] Here! Here!
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  [_Holding his glass toward RAFAEL._] I suggest a toast to an open
+  heart--to a tongue that leads no man astray!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Hear! The Rabbi suggests that--with _his_ tongue! I'll drink that
+  toast with _you_, Rabbi!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  It is my wine! I am proposing the toast! I----
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  [_To SACHEL._] You had better drink in silence, and go home. You are
+  deceiving yourself: you know not where you stand!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  What! What does he mean, father? Am I deceiving myself? Are you not
+  planning to marry me to Rebecca? Do you fear, then, that I have
+  fallen in love with her? Is she not an honest girl--a shrinking
+  girl--a girl as good as Father Aaron?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Yes, and better!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Will she not bring me a dozen of everything, and ten thousand
+  guilders? Could man ask more? What's wrong here? Why do they not
+  raise their glasses?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Because they will not let me manage my own affairs! He is my son,
+  not yours! It is my wine, not yours! Drink, then, drink to Rebecca,
+  the richest girl in the Ghetto, a beautiful young girl, a marvellous
+  young girl----
+
+      [_ESTHER turns appealingly to THE RABBI; both look on in distress
+        and perplexity._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  But they do not raise their glasses, father; they will not drink,
+  father! Why? Do they see handwriting on the wall? Do they think I
+  have forsaken my race? Do they think I have given my heart and soul
+  to the heart and soul of another? Why do they not raise their
+  glasses?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Let them throw it on the ground if they will! Every one tries to
+  thwart me, every one but you; but they shall not! I am Sachel! Drink
+  with me! Drink to Rebecca, your wife, Rafael! For this day I have
+  seen Aaron; I have sat with him--yesterday and to-day I have sat
+  with him! I have laboured with him, my boy; your father was not
+  wanting! He would have squirmed into my house with eight thousand;
+  but I raised him! I raised him two thousand, my boy! We have agreed,
+  agreed! She is yours, Rafael--yours! To Rebecca, my daughter-in-law!
+  Now will you drink--will you clink your glasses? [_He reaches about;
+  no one clinks; RAFAEL turns away and pours his wine on the ground._]
+  Where are you? I'm all alone! What's the matter? What's the matter?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  They have not touched their glasses, father! They stand staring at
+  you, without words!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Sachel, come home!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  What do you mean? You fools, what do I care what you mean! He's
+  going to stay at home and be my boy, my comfort, my staff in my old
+  age; he's going to marry Rebecca! Rafael and Rebecca! Rafael and
+  Rebecca! Does it not sound beautiful--beautiful!
+
+    _Enter AARON by way of the street, dragging REBECCA by the hand;
+      she holds back in deep mortification._
+
+AARON.
+
+  Ha, ha! It does! It does!
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  Father!
+
+AARON.
+
+  Don't be afraid, my girl. [_To the others._] I suspected what you
+  were doing! Rafael--[_effusively_]--since the day she was born I've
+  had an eye on you! Eh, what's the matter? Why are you all so glum?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  [_He goes to the table and gets a glass, then back._] On this solemn
+  occasion, sir, I was about to propose a toast.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Yes.
+
+AARON.
+
+  [_Goes to table._] We'll drink it here.
+
+      [_He offers the glass to REBECCA._
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  I don't want to drink, father; I want to go in, father!
+
+AARON.
+
+  Bosh! What are you afraid of? Speak on, my boy!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Yes, speak on, and speak your soul to them! They need not think to
+  thwart this marriage! Let them beware!
+
+AARON.
+
+  [_Surprised._] What's this about?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  It's about my soul--my soul that leaps its bounds at last--my soul
+  that speaks from the heart of a man! [_A passer-by at the back stops
+  to listen._] My soul that dwelt in the wilderness--a rumbling,
+  roaring, raging, lying, sweating wilderness of traffic in the things
+  of earth--my soul in the wilderness crying in vain, in vain, for the
+  love of another soul like mine. Is it not so, Rebecca?
+
+AARON.
+
+  Hear, hear!
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  Let me go, father!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Let _me_ go, father; let _me_ go! I would not be slain on the altar,
+  father! The knife is in my flesh! This is the blood of my heart! O
+  God, crieth my soul in vain? Where--where is the angel that shall
+  stay my father's hand?
+
+      [_A crowd slowly gathers._
+
+AARON.
+
+  Masterly! Masterly! Here she is! What an auctioneer he would make!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  What an auctioneer I should make! Ah! [_He runs and stands on the
+  synagogue steps._] My father bids me sell my soul! Shall I sell it
+  cheap--my soul and my heart's blood? Shall it be knocked down to the
+  solitary thirsty first who bids? I, to whom the stench of avarice is
+  the breath of morning and night--I, who have seen a man sell his
+  soul on the scales----
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  What does he mean by that?
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  I--to be knocked down for two pink lips and a banknote! See--my red
+  heart's blood! See--see--see! And you would have me sell it for ten
+  thousand pieces of silver! And I say no! no! no!
+
+AARON.
+
+  He wants more! Oh! I will not give it, do you hear? It is an insult
+  to ask more--an insult to my daughter!
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  Father, come away!
+
+ESTHER.
+
+  Sachel, come home!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Let me be! What does he want? What does he mean?
+
+AARON.
+
+  Ha, ha! he wants more!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  I want more! The sale shall be public! [_The crowd thickens._] I
+  will have my price. Who bids more? Who bids? What do you bid, my
+  girl?
+
+REBECCA.
+
+  Nothing--nothing--I----      [_Exit._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  She bids all she has, and yet I will not take it! More--more--who
+  bids me more?
+
+AARON.
+
+  Ha, ha! ten million guilders, idiot!
+
+    _Enter ROSA, at the back._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  He bids ten million guilders, and that is still too small. You bid
+  nothing but money, money; have you nothing else? Who comes? Who
+  bids? Who bids? See, see--[_He points to ROSA, who has worked
+  forward, pressed by the crowd._] Another bidder! Another bidder! The
+  angel--the angel come to stay my father's hand!
+
+      [_ESTHER and others turn fiercely on ROSA._
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_Panic-stricken, pressed by the crowd._] Rafael! Rafael!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  It's Rosa! It's Rosa!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Rosa, Rosa, what do you bid? They bid money, nothing but money; and
+  you--you----
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_Wringing her hands._] Rafael!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  She calls him Rafael! A curse! A damning curse!
+
+      [_The crowd murmurs._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Silence! It is my blood we are drinking! It is my soul we are
+  selling! [_To AARON._] And you bid more than all you have, and yet
+  it will not do; and you, Rosa, angel--angel--for my heart--for my
+  soul--bid, bid!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  For your heart--my heart! For your soul--my soul!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Ha, ha! Going! Going!
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  Going the way of the profligate--to the damned!
+
+      [_Exit into the synagogue, closing the doors._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Gone to the highest bidder! She has been my wife for months!
+  [_SACHEL sinks into a chair; hisses and groans from the crowd._] Now
+  let the Ghetto damn me if it can!
+
+ONE OF THE CROWD.
+
+  She's a Christian!
+
+      [_The crowd surround RAFAEL, who holds them at bay._]
+
+END OF THE THIRD ACT.
+
+
+
+
+THE FOURTH ACT
+
+  SCENE: _The same as ACT I. It is seven days later. AARON discovered
+    at the door; he holds some letters in his hand._
+
+
+AARON.
+
+  I had rather talk to you here.
+
+    _Enter SACHEL, pale, bowed and trembling; the two sit on a bench
+      at the right._
+
+  Then it is true that you have not heard from Rafael for a week? What
+  happened that day, after the officers had dispersed the crowd?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  [_With a sob, then restraining his emotions._] He brought her back
+  here to get the few things that belong to her. He said that as soon
+  as he had done with Hanakoff he would come and get her. Then he went
+  away. He said he would be back in the morning; and he has been gone
+  a week! My God, it was I who made him so anxious to leave--it is the
+  judgment of the Almighty upon my sins!
+
+AARON.
+
+  [_Calculatingly, as he looks at the letters in his hand._] Oh, he's
+  your son; I fancy if he got in the vicinity of harm, he saw it
+  before it saw him! And the girl, why do you let her stay here?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  The Rabbi! The Rabbi came here and made me promise to keep the girl
+  until Rafael could find a home for her. I thought it would be the
+  next day; I promised. The Rabbi said he repented the strong words he
+  had uttered when he slammed the door of the synagogue. H'm! The
+  Rabbi is not much better than you, or at least, than me! The only
+  difference is that the Rabbi is always repenting! If Rafael would
+  only come back, I'd let him keep the girl here for ever--what do I
+  care! I want my son--the only thing I live for!
+
+AARON.
+
+  But doesn't the girl know where he is?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  No, no. Esther kept telling me that Rosa has had no word from
+  Rafael. I would not believe it; and this morning I took hold of her;
+  I cursed her up and down for not telling me where he was. She said
+  if she knew where he was she would walk to him, if it was a thousand
+  miles, rather than stay another night under my roof. Then, for the
+  third time this week, she had a fit of hysterics--I never heard such
+  sobs in all my life! When she quieted down she went up and put on
+  the rags she first came here in; and since then she has refused to
+  take food from us; she won't enter the house; she is wandering about
+  here somewhere now. I don't know; though she be a Christian and a
+  pauper, I suppose I'll have to accept her for my daughter-in-law, if
+  he'll only come!
+
+AARON.
+
+  She, that broke up your home and took your son away from the finest
+  young woman in the Ghetto? She, that robbed him of his faith and
+  brought him to a pass where every one is saying that he has run away
+  rather than face the consequences of his acts? H'm!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  What am I going to do? If he's dead, I _will_ keep her! Isn't she
+  the only one in the world whose sorrow will approach mine?
+
+AARON.
+
+  But if he is not dead? If he comes back? [_Circumspectly makes as if
+  to open one of the letters._] Look here--
+
+      [_Enter the RABBI; AARON hastily puts away the letters._
+
+  Oh, the Rabbi! [_Whispers._] We must get rid of him. I want to talk
+  to you.
+
+RABBI.
+
+  Good evening! How is that girl? Is she still crying her eyes out? It's
+  pitiful! It is dangerous! I must see her!      [_AARON nudges SACHEL._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  She's all right. I have not heard her stir since she went to bed.
+
+RABBI.
+
+   Oh, she's gone to bed--good! Sachel, Rafael had my promise to
+   protect that girl; and I will protect her. Last Saturday we were all
+   overwrought; we were taken by surprise. But now that we all realise
+   it, it comes to this: Rafael has married a Christian girl; she knows
+   what an affront this is to the religion in which Rafael was reared,
+   and to which inevitably he must return his full devotion when he
+   grows an older and wiser man. Now there is but one remedy: Rosa must
+   become a Jewess. Not to-night or to-morrow; but she must be
+   influenced to open her heart to the faith of her husband; and she
+   must be urged to welcome a future day when she shall enter the
+   synagogue and come forth from there with all the hatred, all the
+   revulsion which she has seen in our faces to-day, buried for ever!
+   Teach her to be thankful that this is Holland, where a Christian
+   _may_ become a Jewess.
+
+AARON.
+
+  Rabbi, your sentiments are worthy of your calling. Sachel and I have
+  been talking; we both regret our bitter words of that day. Sachel
+  has become reconciled--as much as any Jew could. And, to tell the
+  truth, we had gone so far as to dismiss the subject and to devote
+  ourselves to a very important matter of business which had to go
+  over from Friday.
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  I see--I see! I am very glad, then! We must make Rosa understand the
+  things that are glorious in our religion; the inspirations that have
+  sustained us through centuries of the bitterest persecution that
+  men have ever known. And she must believe that we shall cling to
+  them until that supreme day when Jerusalem is peopled anew with the
+  race which God has chosen for His own. Is it not so?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Yes, yes! And we'll walk a little way with you. Then, Aaron, you can
+  come back, and we can go on with that business.
+
+      [_They go up: THE RABBI stops at the bridge._
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  Very well; but you will treat the young girl tenderly, my friends?
+  Look here; you and Esther and Rafael bring her to my house some
+  night when there will be no one else there. We'll let her feel the
+  warmth of our hearts, as if she were already a Jewess. We will show
+  her what the inner life of the Jews is; the life that the Christians
+  have no conception of. And so we will work upon her better nature;
+  but--yes, yes, I see you are busy. You are not worrying about
+  Rafael, then?
+
+AARON.
+
+  Oh, he'll be all right. I'm sure of it.
+
+      [_They start off over the bridge._
+
+THE RABBI.
+
+  I'm glad to see you here, Aaron. It does you credit to forget your
+  disappointments!      [_Exeunt._
+
+    _A bell tolls ten o'clock. Enter ROSA. Her pallor and the tremor
+      of her voice show the effects of intense emotional strain._
+
+ROSA.
+
+  The very hour that he went away, and seven days are gone! Seven
+  days--and he stood here and took me in his arms!
+  Oh!--[_turning_]--you who cry after me that Rafael has deserted his
+  Christian mistress; it is because you never knew the love of
+  anything but money! You look down--always down! But the same clear
+  sky was over our heads when he kissed me here, and we looked up to
+  it and thanked God, who made us dare to lead our life in open truth
+  before the world! Let _God_ punish us for loving each other, if that
+  be a crime! Oh, _does_ He punish us? Where is my Rafael, you star
+  that watched over us then! I love him, I love him; I cannot live
+  without him--sweet star, tell me where he is to-night! Oh, it is
+  from pity that you will not tell! And he lies cold and dead! Rafael,
+  Rafael, I'm all alone--all alone! [_Weeps._] No, no; it can't be
+  that! Dear God, who sees me here among these aliens, you could not
+  be so cruel to your own! Not so cruel as that! Not so cruel as that!
+
+      [_She sobs; exit._
+
+    _Enter AARON and SACHEL._
+
+AARON.
+
+  Where is Esther?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Can't you hear her snoring? I can, though she is away at the back of
+  the house! I have not slept seven hours in these seven days!
+
+AARON.
+
+  Do you think the girl has any suspicion that Rafael may have found
+  that he has undertaken the impossible? If he did throw her off--I
+  don't say that he has--but if he did, it must strike her that she
+  wouldn't have a place to go in all the world!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  She believes in him.
+
+AARON.
+
+  When he is with her, yes! But when he is away, and she waits and
+  waits, are not all women alike? Doesn't she know that he has
+  sacrificed every guilder that he might have had from you?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I said that to them. Why did I not hold my cursed tongue! He hadn't
+  a copper in his pocket; the poor boy had given away everything he
+  had, to bury Mordecai's son.
+
+AARON.
+
+  And does not she know that he gave up every friend he had, too, when
+  he forsook his religion? These things must have passed through her
+  mind.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  What do I care what is passing in _her_ mind!
+
+AARON.
+
+  Of course, of course! [_Pulls the letters from his pocket._] But the
+  main probability is that Rafael will soon return. I am only thinking
+  whether before he returns this girl could not be influenced to leave
+  here, made to believe that the boy has deserted her? You can't blame
+  me for considering my daughter's feelings in this matter. Now
+  suppose we could let drop a few things in Rosa's presence, without
+  appearing to know that she overheard?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I don't care about her! I want _him_ to come back.
+
+AARON.
+
+  Don't you see: after a whole week, after all her waiting and
+  waiting, without a word from him and with her whole life trembling
+  in the balance, then if she overhears certain things----! Of course
+  if we try to persuade her he is gone, she'll suspect at once. But
+  there are certain remarks that we can let drop, quite casually, you
+  know, that will absolutely make her believe that he does not intend
+  to come back; that he has deserted her.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  But she _won't_ believe it!
+
+AARON.
+
+  No, not if we try to convince her! But we won't try! You only make
+  certain statements within her hearing; and if she says they are not
+  true, just shrug your shoulders! What is in that girl's mind? Either
+  that he has met harm, or that he is afraid to come back to her; that
+  the poverty staring him in the face has been too much for him. Seven
+  days is a long time when a woman is alone on the rack of doubt. Now,
+  do you see what I mean?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  But I want my son! I don't care whether he marries your daughter! I
+  want my son!
+
+AARON.
+
+  [_Tapping the letters._] Here are some letters. One for you and four
+  for Rosa.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Where did _you_ get them? Is mine from Rafael? Yes? Ah, ah! Read it,
+  quick!
+
+AARON.
+
+  [_Reads._] "Father: Rosa will tell you where I am. I am your son; do
+  not be harsh to Rosa. The Rabbi told me that he knew you would keep
+  her over night; as I left her for a night, relying upon his good
+  offices with you, so I feel I may leave her for a week. Good-bye,
+  father. Rafael."
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  He's all right! He's all right! [_Pauses, suddenly._] Look here, you
+  miserable rascal, you've had this for a week. You've bribed that
+  postman; it's a crime!
+
+AARON.
+
+  One for you and four for her. Will you listen to one of those he
+  wrote to her? [_Opens it._] Shall I open it?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  You have, already.
+
+AARON.
+
+  Shall I read it?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  [_After hesitation._] Yes.
+
+AARON.
+
+  [_Reads._] "My darling: If I take ship at once with Hanakoff for
+  London, I have the opportunity of a life time; it will fix me in my
+  career as I had never dreamed of. My mind tells my heart that I must
+  go; but I am as joyful as I am sorrowful; for in a week, dear, I
+  take you away from the stifling air you breathe to-night--out of the
+  Ghetto, into the freedom which is the right of our love. Good night,
+  my angel! Your Rafael."
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  He'll have money now. He'll never look at me again. She's got him!
+  She's got him! O, I would to my Maker I were dead!
+
+AARON.
+
+  No, no! She hasn't got him! She shan't have him! Don't you see, this
+  clears the way for the very thing I proposed to you.
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  What? What? It might succeed, with the girl in the state she is. But
+  if it does, what will Rafael say, to-morrow?
+
+AARON.
+
+  Eh? Why, if he finds her gone and she left no word, let him draw his
+  own conclusions; that she was afraid to stand by him; afraid to
+  share his poverty. You say "to-morrow"? He may be back to-night!
+  It's your one chance. If it succeeds, the girl goes, with two
+  hundred guilders in her pocket; Rafael stays home--in due time
+  marries Rebecca--becomes a successful Jew. If it fails--then this
+  Christian robs you of him anyway! [_SACHEL ponders; then suddenly
+  touches him; they listen; AARON whispers._] Only casually; not an
+  effort to convince her! She can't help believing it, then!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Sh--!
+
+    _Enter ROSA, by the bridge; she drops her hands, hopelessly, and
+      stays near the bridge, turned away from them._
+
+AARON.
+
+  [_Without looking about, whispers._] Was that her step? [_SACHEL
+  nods; a pause; AARON begins in a moderate tone._] Yes; but a man who
+  gives his word to one girl and then deserts her, would desert
+  another girl. Shall I let my daughter risk that? No!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  But I tell you it is not a parallel case! A marriage solemnised in a
+  synagogue is one thing; but a marriage such as this--which we all
+  know is not a marriage, either inside or outside the Ghetto--I tell
+  you it's totally different!
+
+AARON.
+
+  Didn't he commit himself morally? Very well! Then he goes and finds
+  that he has been tricked by a venial under-magistrate, for the sake
+  of thirty guilders; and he finds that it was no marriage at all! The
+  girl is reduced merely to the position of his mistress----
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Well, doesn't that dispose of _her_? Doesn't that rid him of
+  responsibility?
+
+AARON.
+
+  Yes; but it is a high moral consideration that occupies me. The boy
+  found that he could rid himself of his burden; the discovery came
+  when he had been looking about for a week, and finding nothing but
+  poverty, privation and despair on every side; no one would lend him
+  money; none of his former friends would speak to him; there was only
+  the choice between an absolutely hopeless struggle and running away.
+  He ran! And I say a young man who has thus been tried and found
+  wanting is no man to be my daughter's husband!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  O! Because Rafael has had one mistress is he not good enough to be
+  your daughter's husband?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  What do you mean! What do you mean, Sachel! [_The two men rise,
+  affecting surprise._] It is a lie! It is a cruel lie!
+
+AARON.
+
+  Eh? Doesn't the _girl_ know about it?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  What do you mean by saying that he ran away from me? How do you know
+  that he ran away from me? Where is he! Tell me where he is! Quick,
+  you shall!
+
+AARON.
+
+  No one will know where he is until he has spent the money he sent
+  for. And that ought to keep him a year, even in England.
+
+ROSA.
+
+  England--you say he has gone to England? You tell me he has deserted
+  me? After what he said before the synagogue? I say it's a lie--a
+  preposterous lie! It isn't true that I am only his mistress--it's a
+  lie!
+
+AARON.
+
+  I'll tell you what _is_ true; after this escapade with you he'll
+  have to prove himself a man before he marries my daughter.
+
+ROSA.
+
+  He can't marry your daughter! He's mine! O, God, what does this
+  mean? Can't you find him? Can't you let me see him? He would have
+  written to me--I know he would! Sachel, let me go to him. Sachel,
+  tell me where he is!
+
+AARON.
+
+  What could Sachel do, even if he could reach the boy? After seven
+  days, at the very moment Sachel has been persuaded to accept all
+  this--to treat you as his daughter--here slinks Rafael along the
+  canal and up through the warehouse and whispers that he has given
+  you up! Then he wheedles his father out of more money than I would
+  give ten sons, and then boards a ship for England! [_To SACHEL._] Do
+  you think I'll see my daughter marry such a man? If he wants to
+  return next year on the hope of marrying Rebecca, you tell him to
+  remain in England!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  It's a lie! He couldn't desert me. He's a man of soul--of honour! It
+  isn't true. My God, it can't be true!
+
+AARON.
+
+  You'd better find a place to sleep, and then compose yourself to
+  make the best of it. I have a friend in the country who will receive
+  you. With the money that Rafael has persuaded his father to give
+  you, begin life over again. Come!      [_Touches her._
+
+ROSA.
+
+  No, I will not come! It is a lie. You try to convince me because
+  you know I will kill myself--because you----
+
+AARON.
+
+  Has any one tried to convince you? Sachel is the only one to gain by
+  your going. Has he tried to convince you?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  I know--I know--O God! Sachel, Sachel, as you fear your God, swear
+  to me that he has deserted me! Swear to me that he wants to marry
+  Rebecca!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I--I----
+
+AARON.
+
+  Shall _I_ take an oath, on the Law of Moses, that is fastened to the
+  lintel there?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  I will not believe _you_ on any oath! I will only believe
+  Sachel--Sachel, who could not deceive me--[_turns to
+  SACHEL_]--because you know that if you make me go away and kill
+  myself Rafael will hate you, for ever and ever! Sachel, Sachel,
+  can't we get him back? I'll do anything--anything. I'll become a
+  Jewess if you'll get him back! Sachel, Sachel!
+
+      [_Cries hysterically._
+
+AARON.
+
+  The poor girl wants your oath. That's a simple matter. [_To
+  SACHEL._] There is no reason why I should stay here to witness this.
+  Good-night!
+
+      [_Exit by the bridge._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Such as you to kill yourself--h'm! Now take your money and be off!
+  I'm going to lock my door.
+
+ROSA.
+
+  _You_ haven't said the marriage was false! _You_ haven't said he
+  went away! _You_ haven't said he wants to many her--you dare not! It
+  can't be true! It _can't_ be true!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Dare not--dare not. What do you mean? You thankless hussy! You wreck
+  my home, you rob me of my son, and then when he has gone and I offer
+  you money to leave me in peace you dare to say I lie!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  No, I did not say _you_ lied, because _you_ have not said that he is
+  deserting me! You will not! You dare not! He loves me; he is coming
+  back! I will stay until he comes!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  He wants to be rid of you. He has gone to England. He wants Aaron
+  to----
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Sachel, Sachel, think what you are saying! Tell me he is dead--tell
+  me anything but that he's left me! O, could your son dishonour me?
+  Think what you are saying! No, no--not unless you swear it in the
+  sight of God! Sachel, Sachel--[_as he puts hand on the
+  lintel_]--don't swear to it--[_on her knees_]--don't swear to it!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  [_With a burst of rage._] God!--Hear me then. You have been nothing
+  but Rafael's mistress! Rafael has deserted you! Rafael wants to
+  marry Rebecca! Rafael has sailed from Amsterdam! By the sacred Law
+  of Moses, by all that is holy in the sight of God, I swear it! I
+  swear it! Now go! Take your money and go!
+
+      [_She goes towards the canal._
+
+ROSA.
+
+  And so--and so--Dear God--dear God!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Where are you? Here, take it--take it! Where are you going?
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_At the canal._] Dear God--dear God--No more--no more!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Come away!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  Rafael!      [_She jumps into the canal._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Stop! O--O God! It isn't true! Rosa! Rosa! [_At the wall._] A stick!
+  A stick! I cannot find one! Where are you? For God's sake, answer!
+  Don't you hear? O God! O God! [_Turns to the house, where music is
+  being played._] Daniel! Samson! Open the door! [_The music drowns
+  his voice._] Help! help! [_He rushes back._] Rosa! Reach out your
+  hand! Where are you--where are you? Answer me--[_the music ceases
+  abruptly_]--answer. [_A silence. He slinks away from the wall. A
+  pause._] What will Rafael do? What will God do?
+
+      [_He hears the footsteps of RAFAEL._
+
+    _Enter RAFAEL, joyously._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Hello, father, father! I'm home again! Why haven't I heard from you?
+  I--what's the matter?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  [_Trembling._] I--I--don't mind me! I--I--I thought you wouldn't
+  come back. We didn't get your letters until to-day. But you've
+  come--you've come! Rafael, for God's sake, don't leave me! For God's
+  sake--I'm sick, I'm blind, I've only a little while left! Stay with
+  me. Don't leave me alone--you mustn't leave me alone!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  You are not well. Have you been in the heat? Father, why do you
+  tremble so?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I'm not trembling, my boy. I--I--my boy, my boy, ask me anything and
+  I will give it to you! I can't live without my son! If you speak a
+  harsh word to me I shall drop dead, Rafael.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Father, father, be calm; Heaven knows I don't want to be harsh to
+  you; there's a clean page to begin on if you like. We'll leave this
+  place; come and live with Rosa and me. She has never spoken a harsh
+  word to you, has she? Don't you see now that she has the gentleness
+  of an angel? Wait till our people know her!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Yes, yes, I know; my God, I know--I--I--[_RAFAEL makes as if to go
+  in._] Rafael, for God's sake, don't leave me!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Where is she, father? She was afraid to stay here; but I told her
+  she was my wife, and that you loved your son, and that ought to be
+  enough to reassure her. I had to go with Hanakoff. I have made a
+  success, do you hear? Don't worry, don't tremble. I must find Rosa.
+  Where is she? Rosa! I've something to tell you!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  No, no; don't speak so loud!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Yes, but she does not hear me! Isn't she in the house? Rosa! What have
+  you said to her? Where is she? She is not here. Where is she?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Don't ask me, don't ask me!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Where is she?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  I couldn't stop her!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  From what? Where is she?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Don't know, don't know! She went away!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Where--why?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  You shall not blame me! It was not my doing. Aaron--Aaron--it was he
+  who bribed the postman! Before God it was not I!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Bribed the postman? She did not hear from me? Where is my wife?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  No, no, Rafael, my boy; my dearest boy--she's gone, she took money,
+  she deserted you!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  You are lying!
+
+      [_People collect, looking over the canal wall._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  She said--she said she hated our race--she hated you--she hated all
+  of us; she was going away, out of the Ghetto, away, off there,
+  there--[_He points away from the canal. The excitement at the canal
+  wall increases. RAFAEL starts as if towards the wall._] Not there,
+  not there, Rafael, my boy, my boy!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  What's the matter down there? [_Two men bring ROSA up the steps; the
+  crowd obscures her from RAFAEL._] Who is that? My God! Is it a
+  woman?
+
+A MAN.
+
+  Yes.
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  [_Pushes through the crowd._] Rosa, Rosa--Rosa! Oh! oh! oh!
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Oh, my boy!--oh, my boy! Rafael! Rafael! I couldn't stop her!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  [_Turning on his father._] Ugh! Off from me--off! Oh, oh, damnable,
+  damnable monster! Take him away!
+
+AN OLD MAN.
+
+  He's your father! Shame! shame!
+
+      [_Hisses from crowd._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  [_To SACHEL._] Keep your cursed talons off! Murderer! Murderer! You
+  made her drown herself!
+
+A SECOND MAN.
+
+  Leave him alone! Shame! This is the man who blasphemes God!
+
+A THIRD MAN.
+
+  He profaned the synagogue--he curses his father!
+
+      [_RAFAEL meanwhile looks upon the body of ROSA._
+
+THE SECOND MAN.
+
+  Shall he do all this--this--in our teeth? [_Hisses from the crowd._]
+  Hide your face! Hide your face!
+
+      [_Advances on RAFAEL._
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Stand away from her! [_Throws him down, turns to his father._] O
+  God, if I had not concealed your knavery from her, your holiest oath
+  would not have moved her! And now must you live on, while she lies
+  thus?
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  [_To the crowd._] She poisoned my son; she took away his religion--she
+  killed my son's love for his father! She deserves it--she deserves it!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Rosa, my Rosa, you shall not die! Life, life, freedom--the blue
+  sweet sky, we two together singing in the sun--not the dead soul
+  sighing through the trees--not the whisper of night--the sorrowful
+  shade that passes in the mist! No, no, you must feel my breath upon
+  your cheek, you must feel my arms, you must live, live! [_ROSA
+  stirs._] Live! She breathes--she breathes! Air--distance--distance,
+  I say! Rosa, it is I, Rafael! You are safe! Not all the fiends in
+  God's grey world shall thrust an arm between us. Rosa! Rosa!
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_Raising her head a little._] Rafael, forgive me----
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Rafael--Rafael--she means me. Forgive _me_--for God's sake--[_on his
+  knees to RAFAEL, who turns his back_]--Rafael!
+
+SECOND MAN.
+
+  Shame! shame! He hates his father!
+
+THE CROWD.
+
+  Shame! shame! Punish him!
+
+      [_The crowd closes in on RAFAEL._
+
+ROSA.
+
+  [_In fear._] Rafael!
+
+RAFAEL.
+
+  Are you no better than a mob of Christians? Stand back! [_Pushes the
+  crowd back violently._] Rosa, Rosa--away--out of the Ghetto--into
+  the air! Rosa!
+
+      [_The crowd starts to close in again; he takes ROSA in his arms
+        and rushes across the bridge. The crowd follows, walking
+        rapidly. SACHEL is left solitary._
+
+SACHEL.
+
+  Rafael! Raf----      [_He falls._
+
+    _Enter A WATCHMAN._
+
+WATCHMAN.
+
+  Eleven o'clock, and all's--[_Stops and looks at SACHEL, who stirs and
+  sobs._] Eleven o'clock!
+
+      [_Exit WATCHMAN, thoughtfully._
+
+  Eleven o'clock!
+
+
+THE END.
+
+
+  Printed by BALLANTYNE, HANSON & CO.
+  London & Edinburgh
+
+
+
+
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