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For he is come to a man's estate.
I made him a coat of many colors,
To be for a sign of his dignity:
Red for courage, and azure for wisdom,
Green for prayer, and white for purity.
And all his brethren are here with their gifts;
And ye are here with your songs and dances—
But Joseph tarries—
Joseph is in the storm—
[He drops the harp, and stands with his extended arms.]
Joseph! Joseph! My beloved! Where art thou?
[With a hideous rattle of metal rings the curtains at the back are torn asunder. There is a blinding and prolonged quiver of lightning, and in it, fierce and terrible, stands Reuben. All of the people turn to him with a loud gasp of horror.]
Reuben. [Holding up the coat of many colors.] This have I found; know now whether it be thy son's coat or no!
[Jacob reaches for it with his inarticulate cries, and he falls forward on his face. There is a terrible crash of thunder and the sudden pitch darkness. A great wail of mourning is being heard, and the curtain falls.]
