Jew (cries): Stay! Stay! Ah, the good gold pieces I paid you rascals! (He tries to gather together his goods): Ai! Ai!
(The Thieves gather closely round him.)
First Thief: Master, wilt help three poor and hungry men?
Jew (looks up and cries): Help! Help!
Second Thief: 'Tis unneighborly ye are. Our stomachs yearn for some of thy rich wine. (He lays hold of the Jew's wine bottle.)
Jew (resisting): Help! Help! Thieves!
Third Thief: Bat him over the head. (They do so; he falls.)
First Thief (drinking of bottle): Ah!
Second Thief (opening Jew's pack and eating): Ah!
Third Thief (trying on Jew's outer garment.): Ah—ha!