Might? And Naum? And I, Nullius? Can I buy for all the money even a single day of health and life? ANATHEMA. You look considerably fresher now. DAVID. CONTENTS Smiling gloomily. Yes? Should I, perhaps, also engage a dancing-master? What do you advise me, Nullius? SARAH. Don't forget Rosa, father. Is it not a great sin against God to hide the beauty of the face? It is given as a joy and a pleasure to the eyes; God Himself reveals His beauty in a beautiful face, and did we not lift our hands against God Himself when we stained our Rosa's face with coal and soot, when we made her terrible and sorrowful to look upon? DAVID. Beauty is withering. Everything is dying, Sarah. SARAH. But the lily also withers, and the narcissus dies, the petals of the yellow rose fall apart—would you, David, trample all flowers under foot and heap abuse upon the yellow rose? Do not doubt, David,—the God of righteousness has given you riches—will you who were so firm in misfortune that you did not blaspheme God even once—will you grow weak in your happiness? ANATHEMA. You are perfectly right, madam Leizer. Rosa has so many suitors that all she needs is to choose. DAVID. CONTENTS Rising angrily. I will not give Rosa to any of them.
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