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.