Yokle. Sell is net feel wart. ( Sharply. )
Frany. Yo es is. Ike, drink mole, und no gay in’s bet. Dee Sallie holt der mommy no noch may.
( Ike gets up, takes cup and drinks. )
Yokle. ( Starting up. ) Drink net. ( Excitedly. ) Drink sell net.
Ike. Yaw, ich hop getrunka! ( Spits. ) Wos der difle is do hin in dem tay? ( Spits, etc. )
Yokle. ( Distractedly. ) Gift, mice gift! Grickt millich! ( Runs out for milk. Confusion all around. )
Ike. Gift! Gott im Himmel! Bin ich fergift!
Frany. O, Gott! O, Gott! Wee is don des ny komma?
Ike. O, my! O, my! Macht’s mich dote? Herr Yesses! Es shoft shon. Ooh! Hooo! ( Holds stomach with both hands, bends down, etc. ) Gate ebber for der duckter. Oh! Hooo!—es shoft shon orig. O, ich grick now bol shmartza—won ich—es brent—ach!—ich! Helf mer doch—holed ebber millich—kee warmy millich!
Sallie. ( Goes to him. ) Es war kay gift. Sy yusht ruich. Es war nix os gips.