Christian and Moslem both their lineage trace
             Back to this folk, as oldest and as first;
             Thus they have doubts of us, not we of them. 
             And though, like Esau, it has sold its right,
             We ten times daily crucify our God
             By grievous sins and by our vile misdeeds—­
             The Jews have crucified him only once! 
             Now let us go!  Or, rather, stay thou here;
             Conduct her hence, and mark well where she lives. 
             Perhaps some time, when worn by weary cares,
             I’ll visit her, and there enjoy her thanks.

(About to go, he hears a noise in the house and stops.)

What is’t?

GARCERAN.  Confusion in the house; it seems
             Almost as if they bring thy praise to naught;
             Among themselves they quarrel—­

KING (going to the house).

What about?

ISAAC comes from the garden-house.

ISAAC (speaking back into the house).

Stay then, and risk your heads, if so ye will,
You’ve nearly lost them once.  I’ll save myself.

KING.  Ask what he means.

GARCERAN.  My good man, tell, how now?

ISAAC (to GARCERAN).

Ah, Sir, it is then you, our guardian! 
My little Rachel speaks of you so oft;
She likes you.

KING.  To the point.  What babbling this—­

ISAAC.  Who is this lord?

GARCERAN.  It makes no difference.  Speak! 
             What is the cause of all that noise above?

ISAAC (speaking up to the window).

Look out, you’re going to catch it—­now look out!

(To GARCERAN.)

Yourself have seen my little Rachel-girl,
And how she wept and groaned and beat her breasts,
As if half crazed.  Of course you have, my life!—­
She hardly knew the danger had been passed
When back again her old high spirits came;
She laughed, and danced, and sang; half mad again
She shoved awry the sacred furniture
By dead men watched, and raves—­as now you hear. 
Hangs from her girdle not a chatelaine? 
Her keys she tries in every closet lock,
And opens all the doors along the wall. 
There hang within all sorts of things to wear,
And angels, devils, beggars vie with kings
In gay attire—­

KING (aside to GARCERAN). 
                               Our carnival costumes.

ISAAC.  She chose, herself, a plumed crown from these,—­
             It was not gold, but only gilded tin—­
             One tells it by the weight, worth twenty pence;
             About her shoulders throws a trained robe
             And says she is the queen—­

(Speaking back.)