[Old Slave screws up his face to laugh, holds out his hand again.]
Sobeide (looks helplessly about her, puts her hand to her
hair, feels her pearl pendants, takes them off,
and gives them to him).
Take this, and this, and go!
Old Slave (shakes his head).
Oh no, not that!
Sobeide (in a torment of haste).
I give them gladly, only go, I beg of thee!
[Starts away.]
Old Slave (holds them in his hand).
No, take them back. Give me some little coin.
I'm but a poor old fool. And they would come,
Shalnassar and the others, down upon me,
And take the pearls away. For I am old
And such a beggar. This would be my ruin.
Sobeide.
I have naught else. But come again tonight
And bring them to the master here, my husband.
He'll give thee money for them.
Old Slave.
Thou'lt be here?
Ask but for him; go now and let me go.
[Starts away.]
Old Slave (holds her back).
If he is kind, oh do thou pray for me,
That he may take me as a servant. He
Is rich and has so many. I am eager,
Need little sleep. But in Shalnassar's house
I always have such hunger in the evening.
I will—