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 Where’s Klavne?

Still out there—running after the beast.

I told him it was mine, and still he runs after him.

&emsp;(sits and sings sleepily) “Oh, whatever we are, we are; but Jews we'll ever be.”

Sing, granddaddy. Oh, how good I feel! Oh, what joy! Chatcha Behr, you’re asleep? Wake up, don’t you know your son is a bridegroom already? Urtcha, you asleep, too? Come, let’s all sing, all spring!

Where’s my new kinsman, Klavne? I’ll go and hunt him up. (He goes to the door.)

Stay here, papa.

Don’t let him out.

Let me go, women. I'll go and search for my kinsman. Klavne, where are you? Come, Jews, let’s look for him.

Better lie down. You can’t stand on your feet any longer.

“Ah, whatever we are, we are; but Jews we'll