But the lily also withers, and the narcissus dies, the petals of the yellow rose fall apart—would you, David, trample all flowers under foot and heap abuse upon the yellow rose? Do not doubt, David,—the God of righteousness has given you riches—will you who were so firm in misfortune that you did not blaspheme God even once—will you grow weak in your happiness?
ANATHEMA.
You are perfectly right, madam Leizer. Rosa has so many suitors that all she needs is to choose.
DAVID.
Rising angrily.
I will not give Rosa to any of them.
SARAH.
Why not, David?
DAVID.
I will not give Rosa to any of them. They are like dogs that want to eat out of the golden bowl—I will drive the dogs away.