The World’s Tragedy

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.