Plays on his violin.

NAUM.

CONTENTS

Out of breath.

One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three.

CONTENTS

He turns around, and then, suddenly, almost falls down. He stops. His face is exhausted, deathly pale; he is seized with a fit of coughing. Then he resumes dancing.

NAUM,

One, two, three.

DANCING-MASTER.

That's the way, that's the way, monsieur Naum. Please, more neatly! More neatly, please! One, two, three.

CONTENTS

He plays. Anathema walks over to Sarah cautiously and says in a low voice, yet loud enough to be heard by David:

ANATHEMA.

Madam Leizer, does it not seem to you that Naum is rather tired? This dancing-master knows no mercy.

DAVID.

CONTENTS

Turning around.

Yes, it is enough. Sarah, you are willing to torture the boy.

SARAH.

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