Master [shows great anger]: What! They that are bidden refuse to come to my feast! Go out quickly into the streets and lanes of the city, and bring in hither the maimed, and the halt, and the blind!
[The Master goes into his house, and the servant again walks down the street.]
Servant [as he meets the lame, the halt, and the blind]: Come! My Master invites you to a great supper, which is now prepared at his house!
[Each person, or group of persons, bows and thanks him with such remarks as]—
Maimed, Halt, Blind: We thank thee; we will be there. We gladly accept this invitation.
[The Master stands in the door to receive his guests as they come. When they are all in, the servant comes back to his Master.]
Servant: Lord, it is done as thou hast commanded, and yet there is room.
Master: Go out into the highways and hedges, and compel them to come in, that my house may be filled. For I say unto you that none of those men that were bidden shall taste of my supper!
[The servant bows; the Master goes in.]