Playing.
Then I will die to the strains of music.
ANATHEMA.
Generously.
Please, madam Leizer, give him something to eat and water—I will pay for everything.
SARAH.
What a kind-hearted man you are. Go, musician, eat and drink. But for the water I will not take anything from you—let the water be mine.
The organ-grinder sits down and eats ravenously.
ANATHEMA.
Friendly.