Daniel.
Not till old Sachel shuts his shop. See, he sits there in the gloom like a spider waiting in its web. He would keep open all night for two cents.
He's waiting for his son. What if the old man knew that Rafael spent half his time composing music—music for which he gets nothing? He would lock the door on Rafael to-night.
Daniel.
Let him! The world shall hear from Rafael. Wait till we play his music.
Samson.
But he still has time to devote to his father's Christian servant-maid.
Daniel.
Eh—you have noticed too? [They look into the shop.] Ah, see her! I say, she's the handsomest in Amsterdam—high or low! You had better be careful what you say about her to Rafael.