Enter Michael, Neighbour, an old man and a lad, pushing the Tramp before them.
MICHAEL[ with the parcel in his hands, excitedly to his wife ] It was found on him. [ To Tramp ] You thief! You dog!
AKULÍNA[ to Martha ] It's him, poor soul. See how he hangs his head.
MARTHA. It seems it was himself he spoke about yesterday that grabs anything that's handy when he's had some drink.
TRAMP. I'm not a thief; I'm an expropriator. I am a worker and must live. You can't understand it. Do what you like with me.
NEIGHBOUR. Take him to the village Elder or straight to the police!
TRAMP. I tell you, do whatever you like. I am not afraid, and am ready to suffer for my convictions. If you were educated you would understand.
MARTHA[ to her husband ] Suppose we let him go, in God's name. We've got the parcel back. Let him go and let's not commit another sin.
MICHAEL[ repeating ] “Another sin!” Taken to teaching? One wouldn't know what to do without you, eh?
MARTHA. Why not let him go?