Father: My son, why is it that thou desirest this? Hast thou not everything at home?
Younger Son: Yea, father, but I beg of thee to divide thy living between us. I must have my share.
Father: Thou art very foolish; nevertheless I will do as thou askest. [To servant]: Bring my money bags. [To Elder Son]: And dost thou intend to take thy living also, and leave thy father?
Elder Son: Nay, father, I am fully content to live with thee; I do not want my portion.
[Servant returns with money bags. Father gives money to his younger son.]
Father: This is thy share—use it wisely.
Younger Son: I thank thee, father. I shall become a rich man with this; but now I must leave thee; I can stay here no longer.
Father: This grieves me, my son, for I know that thou art foolish—but go and learn thy lesson.
[He stretches out his hands toward his son as if blessing him.]