OLD JEW.
There are many teachers, but there is none to bring them joy. May God bless David who brings joy to mankind.
BEZKRAINY.
To the drunkard.
So you didn't buy any boots, did you?
DRUNKARD.
No, I am an honest man.
VIOLINIST.
In despair.
Well, tell me all, you who have any conscience: Is this the kind of music that should greet him who brings joy to mankind? I am ashamed that I have gotten together such a poor orchestra, and I would rather die than disgrace myself before David.