Lilith

Amak, you’ll break your father’s sleep: Come here and tell me what those spices are This strange man bakes our cakes with. It makes the brain wild. Be still, Amak: I’ll give you the strange man your father brought, And he will run with you upon his back to-day.

Come from your father or you’ll get no cake; He’s been a long journey. Bring me the pictured book he brought for you. What! Already cut to pieces? Put away that horn from your father’s ear, And stay that horrid noise: come, Amak.

[Amak runs to his mother with a jade amulet, shouting.]