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 Ha, ha, ha! who’s going home?&emsp;((He sings uproariously.)&emsp;“Whatever we are, we are; but Jews we'll always be.” Sing, little Jews, sing! “Whatever we are, we are…” (He runs out.)

It can’t be otherwise. It must have been something in the parsnip stew!

What are you saying? I, myself, picked the parsnips over.

You can’t talk me out of it. It can’t be otherwise—a crazy parsnip must have gotten into the stew somehow, or their heads wouldn’t be turned now.

What other charge can you think up against my parsnip stew? I won't have it.

(Pesele stumbles into the room covered with snow.)

Here she is! Let’s be merry. Let’s dance!

&emsp;(kissing her) Where were you, my child?

Everybody here?&emsp;(She kisses the other girls.)

Oh, woe! My father isn’t here!

Ha, ha, ha! Where’s Shmereh?