ADOLPH. [Takes hold of the hand and examines it] The hand of justice!—The hand of the perjurer whose finger stuck to the Bible when he took his false oath! Woe unto you! Woe! For the day of retribution is at hand, and your deeds will rise like corpses out of these hillsides to accuse you.
OLD LADY. What is that he is saying? It feels as if he were breathing fire at us!—Go, you lying spirit, and may hell be your reward!
ADOLPH. May Heaven reward you—according to your deserts—and may the Lord protect my children! [He goes out.
JUDGE. What was that? Who was it that spoke? It seemed to me as if the voice were coming out of some huge underground hall.
OLD LADY. Did you hear it, too?
JUDGE. God help us, then!—Do you remember what he said about the sun? That struck me as more peculiar than all the rest. How could he know—that it is so? Ever since my birth the sun has always burned me, and they have told me this is so because my mother suffered from sunstroke before I was born—but that you also——
OLD LADY. [Frightened] Hush! Talk of the devil, and—Isn't the sun down?
JUDGE. Of course it is down!
OLD LADY. How can that spot of sunlight remain on the mausoleum, then?
[The spot moves around.