MARCUS. Now, David, don't forget the first and last duty of a Hanseatic clerk—which is to keep his mouth closed. And bear in mind the number of talkative young fellows who have vanished for ever through water-gates and cellar holes. You had better remember!
DAVID. I'll try, although it seems about time for the Hansa itself to be thinking of the great silence. [Pause.
MARCUS. Do you know where the Principal is?
DAVID. With the King, I suppose, taking an inventory of Eskil's Chamber.[1]
JACOB ISRAEL. [Enters; he is the son of HERMAN ISRAEL; a richly dressed young man, carrying a racket in his hand; his forehead is bandaged] Is my father here?
MARCUS. No, he is not. I think the Principal is with the King.
JACOB. Then I'll sit down here and wait. Go on with your writing. I won't disturb you.
[He seats himself at the big table.
PRINCE ERIC. [Enters; he is somewhat older than JACOB] Why did you leave me, Jacob?
JACOB. I was tired of playing.