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But would you know the secret of my strength?
This ring! The seal of Xerxes. It is death To every drop of Jacob's blood within The Domain of Ahasuerus' rule.
_Zeresh_
The guests are coming.
_Haman_
Oh, the messages Of enmity are swift as shafts of love.
Now, Zeresh, call the servants of the house And set a sumptuous feast, for Haman would Take counsel of his friends.
_Zeresh_
My gracious lord, The table is already set. Go greet The guests and bring them in.
[_Exit Haman._]
[_Zeresh continues._]
Parshandatha, What do you think of Haman? Did you note My lord?
_Parshandatha_
I did, madam. His happiness Is most complete. His rapid rise to power Has all but ravished him with joy. And yet, Methought that something still he lacked. Perhaps The queen's consent has not yet been obtained To this decree that puts the Jews to death.
_Zeresh_
What do you mean? The queen's consent? My Lord Has naught to do with Xerxes' wife, and why Should he be troubled for a woman's whim?
Besides, who knows but Esther does approve This slaughter of the Jews?
_Parshandatha_
Approve, madam?
She is a queen, but still a woman!
_Zeresh_
So Am I, though not a queen! A woman, yes But with no stomach for that hated race!
_Parshandatha_
'Tis whispered in the court that Esther is Herself a Jew.
_Zeresh_
The Persian queen a Jew!
Then let her perish with her blood.
_Parshandatha_
But would My lord consent to Esther's death?
_Zeresh_
Consent Again! Parshandatha, why do you harp Upon consent? Now listen to my words.
But should you e'er disclose one breath Of what I say, you are yourself a Jew, Nor is there any power in Persia's king To save your life. My lord pretends to hate The Jews. His hate is only wounded pride.
The deference of Mordecai is all That Haman wants. He does not know the queen Is Hebrew blood. This fact must still be kept Concealed--concealed, that is, until the day Of death. Oh, he shall know who Esther is-- This Israelite that banquets with my lord!
You think his rise is due to Esther's power?
_Parshandatha_
Madam, I do not know.
_Zeresh_
Not know! not know!
But what think you, Parshandatha? Of course You do not know.
_Parshandatha_
Madam, he often dines With Esther and the king. The king no doubt Is very fond of your most gracious lord.
_Zeresh_
The king!
_Parshandatha_
Mayhap the queen also. Your lord Is young and handsome still. The king is far Beyond the queen in years.
_Zeresh_
I can Not catch your drift.
_Parshandatha_
Madam, your husband has A ready wit. The queen enjoys life.
_Zeresh_
Enjoys life!
And so do I, and likewise death. Now hold Your blasted tongue. My husband sups again To-morrow with the Jewish queen. They say When Haman dines her majesty prepares The banquet with her own most dainty hand!
Parshandatha, whose hand, think you, has laid The feast of Adar?
_Parshandatha_
Zeres.h.!.+ call you death A feast!
_Zeresh_
