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 Issachar! Issachar! How much more of this insolence shall I suffer!

These youths wax turbulent. Our father Jacob shall have a word for them!

[With a mock bow] The solemn Levi! Brothers!

Why have our elders such frowning faces?

Hush, Zebulun! Oh, hush! Levi is about to speak!

And a blow shall follow the word!

Brothers! Great news!

What news, son of Zilpah?

Whence runnest thou, Asher?

I come from the fringe of the desert. Thither came a swarthy runner, seeking a well. For far in his wake, he said, followed a mighty train

[Anxiously] Thou showd'st him no well!

Ay, but I did