Jew (casting a worried look around): Then hasten, hasten! (He passes out.)
Second Servant (scornfully): Thieves! Thieves! Have we no sticks?—no cudgels?
First Servant (feelingly): So have the thieves.
Second Servant: Faint-heart! Hath not the master paid us yellow gold to guard his merchandise to Jericho?
First Servant: Ai! I would I were in Jerusalem again. (Suddenly he clutches the other.) Yonder! Didst not see something stirring?
Second Servant: Bah! (Shakes him off.)
First Servant: Let us but say a prayer. (His knees knock together.)
(The Jew reenters and beckons angrily.)
Jew: Hurry, ye fools! It will be night ere— (Loud and piercing whistles and cries come from shrubbery. The Servants drop their goods and flee wildly.)