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 Oh my, where is she?

I lost her right out of my hand.

I’ll go and look for her.&emsp;(He runs out.)

Shouldn’t have let the groom go out alone.

Never mind, my son can handle ten devils all alone!

What a man won’t say!

I’m so worried! Where is Zayde?

Don’t grieve, daughter mine. Your groom won’t get lost.

Women, don’t worry. I'll go with him.&emsp;(He runs out.)

What are you crying for, silly calves?

Give us your hand, Chatcha Shimcha. Come here, Shmereh. Where’s the bride? Woe is me, the room is going round and round! Sing, little Jews, sing.

Your head is going round! Woe is me!

Shah, people! Really, where is my daughter?