OLD LADY. That's impossible. Oh, no, I suppose you didn't dare to sleep for fear I might be prying in your hiding-places.
JUDGE. And you feared I might be after yours! A pleasant old age this will be for Philemon and Baucis!
OLD LADY. At least no gods will come to visit us.
JUDGE. No, I shouldn't call them gods.
At this moment the PROCESSION begins all over again, starting from the mausoleum as before and moving in silence toward the right.
OLD LADY. O Mary, Mother of God, what is this?
JUDGE. Merciful heavens! [Pause]
OLD LADY. Pray! Pray for us!
JUDGE. I have tried, but I cannot.
OLD LADY. Neither can I! The words won't come—and no thoughts! [Pause]