The Snowstorm
Klavne (letting himself down from the table, clapping his hands in ecstasy)
Oh, Shmereh, what a son-in-law you’re getting! What a daughter-in-law I’m going to have! Let’s all dance, let’s all dance, children!
(Everybody joins hands and dances around Klavne. Shprintze Tzirel climbs upon the table and dances there.)
Raytze Yente (pointing to Shprinize Tzirel)
That’s she, your bride-to-be, Altar Banish.
Klavne
My son, my Kaddish, climb upon the table and dance with your girl!
Shmereh (kissing Altar)
Ah, whatever we are, we are; but Jews we'll ever be.
Raytze Yente
He doesn’t know what he is talking about.
Zayde
Give us your hand, Altar Banish. You're a bridegroom now!
Klavne
Then why don’t you all make some noise? Out with your Mazel-tov!
(The confusion grows apace; each one shouts his “Mazel-tov”, dishes are broken; some sing—“Whatever we are, we are,” etc. while Shprintze Tzirel dances on the table.)
Curtain
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