ANATHEMA.
Look, David, here's a musician!
Laughs and shakes the Organ-grinder.
So you don't want your old music, eh? You need a new monkey, eh? Perhaps you will ask for a powder that destroys the fleas? Ask; we shall give you everything.
DAVID.
Be quiet, Nullius, be quiet. We must work. You are an expert at counting, Nullius, are you not?
ANATHEMA.
I? Oh, Rabbi David! I am myself Numbers, I am myself—Measures and Weights.
DAVID.
Be seated, then; write and count. But there is one more thing, my dear children: I am an old Jew, who can divide a piece of garlic into ten portions. I know not only the need of man, but I saw also how a roach was starving—yes,—I saw also how small children died of hunger....