THE GOD OF VENGEANCE
woman.) He must be giving it to his wife now, all right! Biff! Bang!
Hindel
He's right. A mother should guard her daughter well. . . Whatever you were, you were, but once you marry and have a child, watch over it. . . Just wait. If God should bless us with children, I'll know how to bring them up. My daughter will be as pure as a saint, with cheeks as red as beets. . . I won't let an eye gaze upon her. And she'll marry a respectable fellow, with an orthodox wedding. . .
Shloyme, slapping her across the shoulders.
We'll see about that, all in due season. But talk to Rifkele in the meantime. Work upon her, I say. Otherwise everything's lost.
Hindel
Don't you worry about my part. I'll know how to go about it.
Shloyme
We'll see, then. (Silence.) If you land her, bring her right to me. You know. . .
Yekel, enters, in anger.
It's time to close up. It's raining. In any case no dog's going to stick his snout into this place tonight. (With a sharp look at Shloyme.) Enough, enough of this billing and cooing. Time to close up. (Mounts the steps, opens the
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