The King. Oh, so they are "of blessed memory" too, are they? Well, what did they teach you?
The Mayor. To fear God, honour the King—
The King.—and love the brotherhood! You are a public official, Mr. Mayor. That is what a Christian is, nowadays. (To BANG.) And you?
Bang. Of late I have been able to go so little to church, because of my cough. And in that unwholesome atmosphere—
The King.—you go to sleep. But you are a Christian?
Bang. Undoubtedly!
The King (to the Priest). And you are one, of course?
The Priest. By the grace of God I hope so!
The King (snapping his fingers). Yes, that is the regulation formula, my good fellow! You all answer by the card! Very well, then—you are a community of Christians; and it is not my fault if such a community refuses to take any serious interest in what really affects Christianity. Tell it from me that it ought to keep an eye on the monarchy.
The Priest. Christianity has nothing to do with such things. It concerns only the souls of men!