[_Who has been taking haschish; and who has one obsession, hatred of
Jews._]
Dirt-draggled mongrels, circumcised slaves,
You puddle with your lousy gibberish
The holy air, Pharaoh’s own tributary:
Filthy manure for Pharaoh’s flourishing,
I’ll circumcise and make holy your tongues,
And stop one outlet to your profanation.
[_To the_ OLD HEBREW.]
I’ve never seen one beg so for a blow;
Too soft am I to resist such entreaty.
[_Beats him._]
Your howling holds the earnest energies
You cheat from Pharaoh when you make his bricks.