JUDGE. What am I to do?
FRANCISCAN. Repent, and restore the stolen property.
JUDGE. I have never stolen. Everything has been legally acquired.
FRANCISCAN. That, you see, is the worst part of all—that you regard your crimes as lawful. Yes, I know that you even consider yourself particularly favoured by Heaven because of your righteousness. But now you will soon see what harvest is in store for you. Thorns and thistles will grow in your vineyard. Helpless and abandoned you shall be, and the peace of your old age will turn into struggle and strife.
JUDGE. The devil you say!
FRANCISCAN. Don't call him—he'll come anyhow!
JUDGE. Let him come! Because we believe, we have no fear!
FRANCISCAN. The devils believe also, and tremble!—Farewell! [He goes out.
JUDGE. [To his wife] What did he say to you?
OLD LADY. You think I'll tell? What did he have to say to you?