"He is an impostor. Away with him! To whom hath it been given save to a physician to cast out evil spirits with his pills and potions? Thy sister doth behave foolishly."
While the household was engaged about the bedside a party of mourners, having been told by the servant of the condition of Lazarus, gathered about the door seeking information.
"A terrible and deadly evil hath lain hold of the master of the house, a young man rich and noble," a neighbor said.
"What sayeth the physician?"
"A deep sleep hath fallen upon him from which neither the voices of his sisters nor the skill of the physician can awaken him."
"Thou sayest he is rich?"
"He hath vineyards and olive orchards."
"His sisters love him much—much will they pay for loud mourning."
"Yea, much they love him. Listen how Mary doth entreat him to answer her and Martha doth plead with the physician."
"Aye, aye," the mourners answered, nodding, "They will require much wailing."