ORGAN-GRINDER.
Morosely.
Will you buy me a new organ, David?
ANATHEMA.
Hush, musician! Back!
ORGAN-GRINDER.
Retreating.
I want also a new monkey.
DAVID.
Let your hearts rejoice, O unfortunate people, and with a smile on your lips answer the mercy of Heaven. Go from here to the city, like heralds of happiness,—go through all its streets and squares, and shout everywhere: "David Leizer, the old Jew, who is to die soon, received an inheritance and now distributes it among the poor." And if you will see a man weeping, and a child whose face is bloodless and whose eyes are dim, and a woman whose breasts are shrunken like those of an old goat,—tell them also: "Go, David is calling you." Do I speak properly, Nullius?