Wildly.
Rosa!
ROSA.
Also wildly.
What is it, mamma?
SARAH.
Wash your face! Wash your face, Rosa! My God, quicker, quicker,—wash your face!
As though insane, she drags Rosa, washes her, splashing the water with trembling hands. Naum clings to his father's arm, hanging on to it, as though he is about to lose consciousness.
DAVID.
Take back your paper! (Firmly.) Take back your paper!