Gert. Well, He can't hear it when the door is closed.
A Woman. Jesu Maria! He's an Antichrist!
Gert (beating at the door). Do you hear how hollow it sounds?—It is writ in the Bible that once upon a time the veil before the Holiest of Holies was rent in twain, and it must be true—but nothing is said in the Bible about the clerical gentlemen having sewed the veil together again, which, of course, is no reason why it shouldn't have been done.
(The crowd makes a rush at Gert; the children begin to cry.)
Townsman. Out on you, Luther! For that's what you are. We have sinned, and for that reason the Lord has closed His house. Can't you hear that the very children cry out at the sight of you, unclean spirit that you are?
Gert. Naturally, when you step on their toes, my dear friends—
Woman. Don't go near him! He has a devil!
Townsman. Down with him! Down with him!
Gert. Don't touch me, for here I am under the protection of the Lord.
Townsman. The Lord will not protect the angel that was cast out.