PIPER [puzzled at their mirth] What the green one says.— [A burst of laughter from the crowd. JAN, the little lame boy on the steps, reaches his arms out suddenly and gives a cry of delight.
JAN
Oh, I love the Man!
[He goes, with his crutch, to the PIPER, who turns and gathers him close.
JACOBUS [to the People] Leave off this argument.
KURT
Go in to Mass.
JACOBUS
Saint Willibald!
PIPER [in a rage] That Saint!—
KURT
Hence, wandering dog!
PIPER
Oho!—Well, every Saint may have his day.
But there are dog-days coming.—Eh, your worship?
[To ANSELM, suddenly]
You, there! You—Brother—Father—Uncle—You!
Speak! Will you let them in, to say their prayers
And mock me through their fingers?—Tell these men
To settle it, among their mouldy pockets,
Whether they keep their oath. Then will I go.
KURT [savagely] Away with you!—