JACOB. [Brusquely] No!
ERIC. [Haughtily, giving him two fingers to shake, JACOB pretending not to notice it] Farewell!—What became of those two little pawnbrokers?
JACOB does not answer.
ERIC. [Arrogantly] Good-bye, then, Baruch!—Have you read the Book of Baruch?
Going toward the background, he jingles the altar vessels as he passes them.
"The ring of gold, and rattling dice,
And wine brings light to tipsy eyes.
But in the night that light must lack,
To wenches leads each crooked track."
That's a good one, isn't it? I made it myself!
[He goes out through the rear door.
HERMAN ISRAEL. [Enters from the right] Are you alone?
JACOB. Yes, father.