THE GOD OF VENGEANCE
(Rifkele takes the money and hands it to her mother. On the stairs outside is heard the noise of the poor folk whom Yekel has invited. Yekel turns to Sarah.) See? You said (He opens the door.) that you would have no guests. (Calls.) Now then. Come in. Come in. (Enter a crowd of poor people, men and women, at first singly, as if they were stealing in; then more boldly, in groups. All greet Yekel, some of them ironically.)
People in the Crowd
Good day to you, host! (To Sarah.) Good day to you, hostess.
Sarah
Puts on an apron, places in it loaves of white bread, rolls, honey-cakes and so forth, and distributes them among the guests.
One of the Poor Men
Long life to you, hostess, and may you live to celebrate joyous events beyond number.
A Woman
May the Holy Scroll bring good fortune and be a blessing to your home.
Yekel, throwing slices of white bread to the poor people. To Sarah.
Give them a whole pound of cake apiece. And a bottle of brandy to take home with them.
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