When the Dew Falleth
NACHOMAH He may have been in bed.
EZRA He might have been a strong man still!
NACHOMAH If not for God’s punishment.
EZRA (sympathetically) A heavy punishment! (Recalling Simah) What a mischief—ha, ha, ha! Collected such a lot of tart raspberries . . . A good child it is.
(Faigen approaches in a wheel-chair which is being pushed by his man, Asher. Simah follows. Faigen is gray and old. His feet are covered with a rug.)
EZRA You did well to come. Here in the garden the air is very fresh.
NACHOMAH Why haven’t we seen you for three days?
ASHER Herr Faigen has been in bed.
NACHOMAH (fo Ezra)
What did I tell you?
FAIGEN My man, here, persuaded me that I was sick and should be in bed. (He coughs.)
NACHOMAH Tu-tu-tu. You cough! You have a bad cold.
ASHER
You should not have gone out today, either.
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