SARAH.
Confusedly.
What have I to do with it, David? Don't I see that he is tired, but he wants to dance? Naum, Naum!
DAVID.
Enough, Naum! Take a rest.
NAUM.
Out of breath.
I want to dance.
Stops and stamps his foot hysterically.
Why am I not allowed to dance? Or do you all want me to die soon?