Would you stay and break my mother's heart? You know she would mourn for you with the rending of garments and the seven days' sitting on the floor. Go! You have cast off the God of our fathers!
DAVID [Thundrously]
And the God of our children—does He demand no service?
[Quieter, coming toward his uncle and touching him affectionately on the shoulder.]
You are right—I do need a wider world.
[Expands his lungs.]
I must go away.
MENDEL
Go, then—I'll hide the truth—she must never suspect—lest she mourn you as dead.
FRAU QUIXANO [Outside, in the kitchen]