Abinoah

[Who has been taking haschish; and who has one obsession, hatred of Jews.]

Dirt-draggled mongrels, circumcised slaves, You puddle with your lousy gibberish The holy air, Pharaoh’s own tributary: Filthy manure for Pharaoh’s flourishing, I’ll circumcise and make holy your tongues, And stop one outlet to your profanation.

[To the OLD HEBREW.]

I’ve never seen one beg so for a blow; Too soft am I to resist such entreaty. [Beats him.] Your howling holds the earnest energies You cheat from Pharaoh when you make his bricks.