[Still beating.] My pain is ... not ... to labour so.
Minstrel
What is this greybeard worth to you now,
All his dried-up blood crumbled to dust?
[Motions Abinoah to desist, but not in time to prevent the old man fainting into the hands of the Young Hebrew.]
Abinoah
Harper, are you envious of the old fool?
Go! Hug the rat who stole your last crumbs,
And gnawed the hole in your life which made time wonder
Who it was saved labour for him the next score of years.