SARAH.
I have looked at him already, David. She let me hold him awhile. She is very tired, David.
David retreats slowly, the palms of his hands outstretched forward. He moves thus until he reaches the wall.
DAVID.
Mercy! Mercy!
Both women wait patiently.
DAVID.
What shall I do? I am fainting, O God! Nullius, tell them that I do not resurrect the dead!
WOMAN.
I implore you, David! Do I ask you to restore life to an old man who has lived long and who has deserved death for his evil deeds? Do I not understand whom it is possible to resurrect and whom it is not possible to resurrect? But perhaps it is hard for you because he is dead so long. I did not know this,—forgive me. And when he was dying, I promised him: "Moishe, do not be afraid to die—David, who brings joy to mankind, will restore your little life to you."