Be of good cheer, my son!—Memnon, scatter silver among them. In, in!
[The Court moves forward into the church, the doors of which are closed; the crowd gradually disperses, Prince Julian remaining behind in one of the avenues.
Julian.
[Looking towards the church.] What would he with Gallus? On this sacred night he cannot think to——! Oh, if I did but know—— [He turns and jostles against the blind man, who is departing.] Look where you go, friend!
The Blind Man.
I am blind, my lord!
Julian.
Still blind! Can you not yet see so much as yonder glittering star? Fie! man of little faith! Did not God’s anointed promise to pray for your sight?
The Blind Man.
Who are you, that mock at a blind brother?