Am I not lovely,
Am I not rich?
See their vexation,
And I don't care-la, la, la, la.
ISAAC. There she goes with handsome shoes on;
Wears them out—what does it matter?
Every step costs me a farthing!
Richest jewels are her earrings,
If a thief comes, he will take them,
If they're lost, who'll find them ever?
RACHEL (taking off an earring).
Lo! I take them off and hold them,
How they shine and how they shimmer!
Yet how little I regard them,
Haply, I to thee present them
(to ESTHER.)
Or I throw them in the bushes.
[She makes a motion as if throwing it away.]
ISAAC (running in the direction of the throw).
Woe, ah woe! Where did they go to?
Woe, ah woe! How find them ever?
ESTHER. These fine jewels? What can ail thee?