Sachel.
Let them throw it on the ground if they will! Every one tries to thwart me, every one but you; but they shall not! I am Sachel! Drink with me! Drink to Rebecca, your wife, Rafael! For this day I have seen Aaron; I have sat with him—yesterday and to-day I have sat with him! I have laboured with him, my boy; your father was not wanting! He would have squirmed into my house with eight thousand; but I raised him! I raised him two thousand, my boy! We have agreed, agreed! She is yours, Rafael—yours! To Rebecca, my daughter-in-law! Now will you drink—will you clink your glasses? [He reaches about; no one clinks; Rafael turns away and pours his wine on the ground.] Where are you? I'm all alone! What's the matter? What's the matter?
Rafael.
They have not touched their glasses, father! They stand staring at you, without words!
Esther.
Sachel, come home!
Sachel.
What do you mean? You fools, what do I care what you mean! He's going to stay at home and be my boy, my comfort, my staff in my old age; he's going to marry Rebecca! Rafael and Rebecca! Rafael and Rebecca! Does it not sound beautiful—beautiful!
Enter Aaron by way of the street, dragging Rebecca by the hand; she holds back in deep mortification.
Aaron.