(One Idolater pours out a libation of wine. Noah strides forward and knocks over idol. The Idolaters huddle back.)
Noah: Cursed be the man that maketh any graven or molten image, an abomination to the Lord!
Idolaters: Sacrilege!
Noah: Cursed shalt thou be in the city, and cursed shalt thou be in the stall! Cursed shalt thou be when thou comest in, and cursed shalt thou be when thou goest out!
Sons (loudly): Amen!
Idolaters: Woe! Woe! Woe! (They surge forward.)
First Idolater: Upon them!
Second Idolater: Scatter them!