DAVID.
With entreaty.
Protect me, Nullius. Go out to them and tell them aloud, so they all can hear: "David Leizer is a sick old man, and he has nothing left." They will listen to you, Nullius,—you have such a respectful appearance,—and they will return to their homes.
ANATHEMA.
Yes, yes, David. You see the truth already, and you will soon proclaim it to the people. Ha, ha! Who said that David Leizer could perform miracles?
DAVID.
Folding his arms.
Yes, yes, Nullius.
ANATHEMA.
Who dares demand miracles of Leizer? Is he not a sick old man,—mortal like all the rest?