POEMS BY ISAAC ROSENBERG
[Motions Abinoah to desist, but not in time to prevent the old man fainting into the hands of the Young Hebrew.]
Abinoah
Harper, are you envious of the old fool?
Go! Hug the rat who stole your last crumbs,
And gnawed the hole in your life which made time wonder
Who it was saved labour for him the next score of years.
We allowed them life for their labour—they haggled.
Food they must have, and (god of laughter!) even ease;
But mud and lice and Jews are very busy
Breeding plagues in ease.
[The Minstrel pulls his beard and robe off.]
Abinoah
Moses!
Moses
You drunken rascal!
Abinoah
A drunken rascal! Isis, hear the Prince!
Drunken with duty, and he calls me rascal.
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