OLD LADY. Perhaps it is the god of the goats?
JUDGE. "The goats on the left side—" What is that I am recalling?
PRINCE. It is the god Pan.
JUDGE. Pan?
PRINCE. Exactly! Just exactly! And when, in the night, the shepherds—no, not those shepherds—catch sight of a hair of his hide they are seized with panic——
JUDGE. [Rising] Woe! I don't want to stay here! Woe! Can't I get out of here? I want to get out!
[He runs around, looking vainly for a way out.
THE OTHER ONE. [Enters dressed as a Franciscan friar] You'll find nothing but entrances—no exits!
JUDGE. Are you Father Colomba?
THE OTHER ONE. No, I am The Other One.