Amak, you’ll break your father’s sleep:
Come here and tell me what those spices are
This strange man bakes our cakes with.
It makes the brain wild. Be still, Amak:
I’ll give you the strange man your father brought,
And he will run with you upon his back to-day.
Come from your father or you’ll get no cake;
He’s been a long journey.
Bring me the pictured book he brought for you.
What! Already cut to pieces?
Put away that horn from your father’s ear,
And stay that horrid noise: come, Amak.
[_Amak runs to his mother with a jade amulet, shouting._]