Was fair to look upon! And now my cup

Was filled to overflowing—

[Zeresh shows great emotion.]

(Zeresh, are

You ill?)—when Esther begged that I would come

Again to-morrow to another feast

Her hand would lay for Haman and the king.

My wealth is multiplied beyond my ken;

The sceptre is almost within my grasp.

But all these things avail me naught, so long

As yonder hated Jew remains unbent.

A Friend

Destroy the brute at once!

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Haman

Oh, that will not

Suffice. 'Tis not his death, but homage that

Must sweeten my revenge. Ah, I would see

Him groveling on the earth as Haman passed.

My rank and station must be recognized.

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