II4 
THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. 
 
ISSA 
 
Lie down, then !  On thine oath, no knavery ! 
 
JOHN 
 
Sleep well, dear master !  Kiss me ! 
 
ISSA 
 
Pah, young thickhead ! 
The door opens. 
No peace, saith someone somewhere, for the wicked ! 
 
Enter Magda. 
 
What is it now ? 
 
MAGDA 
 
If Rabbi Pip is gone,  
It’s Back to Bed ! 
Issa wearily rises. 
 
ISSA 
 
Then — Back to Bed with John ! 
 
JOHN 
 
What, wilt Thou go ? 
 
ISSA 
 
Yea, by the holy hem 
Of Aaron’s robe — off to Jerusalem ! 
He goes out, followed by the protesting pair.