I lof you like a brother

  "I know. But these speeches must be in Yiddish."   "_Gewiss_. But who speak her like me and you? You muz gif me a speech to-night."   "I can't; really not," said Simon. "The programme's arranged. You know they're all jealous of me already. I dare not leave one out."   "Ah, no; do not say dat!" said Pinchas, laying his finger pleadingly on the side of his nose.   "I must."   "You tear my heart in two. I lof you like a brother--almost like a voman. Just von!" There was an appealing smile in his eye.   "I cannot. I shall have a hornet's nest about my ears."   "Von leedle von, Simon Wolf!" Again his finger was on his nose.   "It is impossible."   "You haf not considair how my Yiddish shall make kindle every heart, strike tears from every eye, as Moses did from de rock."   "I have. I know. But what am I to do?"   "Jus dis leedle favor; and I vill be gradeful to you all mine life."   "You know I would if I could."   Pinchas's finger was laid more insistently on his nose.   "Just dis vonce. Grant me dis, and I vill nevair ask anyding of you in all my life."   "No, no. Don't bother, Pinchas. Go away now," said Wolf, getting annoyed. "I have lots to do."   "I vill never gif you mine ideas again!" said the poet, flashing up, and he went out and banged the door.