Part 13 (2/2)

(_Here_ JOSEPH _shall come in, and say:_)

_Joseph._ Ye wicked boys! why do ye play, And break the holy Sabbath day?

What, think ye, will your mothers say To see you in such plight!

In such a sweat and such a heat, With all that mud-upon your feet!

There's not a beggar in the street Makes such a sorry sight!

VIII. THE VILLAGE SCHOOL.

_The_ RABBI BEN ISRAEL, _with a long beard, sitting on a high stool, with a rod in his hand._

_Rabbi._ I am the Rabbi Ben Israel, Throughout this village known full well, And, as my scholars all will tell, Learned in things divine; The Kabala and Talmud h.o.a.r Than all the prophets prize I more, For water is all Bible lore, But Mishna is strong wine.

My fame extends from West to East, And always, at the Purim feast, I am as drunk as any beast That wallows in his sty; The wine it so elateth me, That I no difference can see Between ”Accursed Haman be!”

And ”Blessed be Mordecai!”

Come hither, Judas Iscariot.

Say, if thy lesson thou hast got From the Rabbinical Book or not.

Why howl the dogs at night?

_Judas._ In the Rabbinical Book, it saith The dogs howl, when with icy breath Great Sammael, the Angel of Death, Takes through the town his flight!

_Rabbi._ Well, boy! now say, if thou art wise, When the Angel of Death, who is full of eyes, Comes where a sick man dying lies, What doth he to the wight?

_Judas._ He stands beside him, dark and tall, Holding a sword, from which doth fall Into his mouth a drop of gall, And so he turneth white.

_Rabbi._ And now, my Judas, say to me What the great Voices Four may be, That quite across the world do flee, And are not heard by men?

_Judas._ The Voice of the Sun in heaven's dome, The Voice of the Murmuring of Rome, The Voice of a Soul that goeth home, And the Angel of the Rain!

_Rabbi._ Well have ye answered every one Now little Jesus, the carpenter's son, Let us see how thy task is done.

Canst thou thy letters say?

_Jesus._ Aleph.

_Rabbi._ What next? Do not stop yet!

Go on with all the alphabet.

Come, Aleph, Beth; dost thou forget?

c.o.c.k's soul! thou'dst rather play!

_Jesus._ What Aleph means I fain would know, Before I any farther go!

_Rabbi._ O, by Saint Peter! wouldst thou so?

Come hither, boy, to me.

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