SAVVA
But suppose he does suddenly put in an appearance? What will, you do then?
FAT MONK
We'll get after him with the holy-water sprinkler, that's what we'll do. "Don't butt in where you have no business to, you black-faced booby!" (The monk laughs)
GRAY MONK
Here comes King Herod.
FAT MONK
Wait a while, Father Vissarion. (To Savva) You talk about faith and such things. There's a man for you—look at him—see how he walks. And yet he has chains on him weighing four hundred pounds. He doesn't walk, he dances. He visits us every summer, and I must say he is a very valuable guest. His example strengthens others in their faith. Herod! Ho, Herod!
KING HEROD
What do you want?
FAT MONK
Come here a minute. This gentleman doubts the existence of God. Talk to him.
KING HEROD
What's the matter with yourself? Are you so full of booze that you can't wag your own tongue?
FAT MONK
You heretic! What a heretic! (Both monks laugh)
KING HEROD (approaching)
What gentleman?
FAT MONK
This one.
KING HEROD (scrutinizing him)
He doubts? Let him doubt. It's none of my business.