The men of the place asked him about his wife. He said, *She is my sister,* for he was afraid to say, *My wife,* lest, he thought, *the men of the place might kill me for Rivka, because she is beautiful to look at.*
He changed his behavior before them, and feigned himself mad in their hands, and scrabbled on the doors of the gate, and let his spittle fall down on his beard.