ANATHEMA.
They are waiting for you, David. Say unto them a word of joy and calm their love.
David is silent.
WOMAN.
Why are you silent, David? You frighten us. Are you not the David who brings joy to mankind?
ANATHEMA.
Impatiently.
Speak, David. Their agitated ears are waiting for a word of joy and by your silence, which is like the dumbness of the rock, you crush their soul to the earth. Speak!
DAVID.
Lifting his eyes and surveying the crowd sternly.