I sit beside the king; I am premier

Of Persia. Yet this Jewish dog is still

Unmoved!

Zeresh

Hang him where the kites will eat

His eyes!

Haman

O Zeresh, you are like the rising sun—

An inspiration in the hour of gloom.

We'll build this gallows fifty cubits high,

And then his Hebrew pride will bite the dust.

Oh, I can hear him whining like a cur,

My love, your wisdom is above the head.

A woman's heart is like an oracle

Divine. Prepare this gallows. Friends, I go

At dawn to greet the king. At night we dine

Alone with Esther, and—

[Zeresh faints.]

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