Nothing—nothing—I——
[Exit.
She bids all she has, and yet I will not take it! More—more—who bids me more?
Aaron.
Ha, ha! ten million guilders, idiot!
Enter Rosa, at the back.
Rafael.
He bids ten million guilders, and that is still too small. You bid nothing but money, money; have you nothing else? Who comes? Who bids? Who bids? See, see—[He points to Rosa, who has worked forward, pressed by the crowd.] Another bidder! Another bidder! The angel—the angel come to stay my father's hand!
[Esther and others turn fiercely on Rosa.