Stubbornly.
He does not want to perform any miracles. Good night, Nullius. I am old and I do not like to talk nonsense.
ANATHEMA.
David!
David does not answer; he falls asleep, his hands folded under his head.
ANATHEMA.
Awaken, David! the people have come here.
Pushes him angrily.
Get up, I say. You make believe that you are asleep—I don't believe you. Do you hear?
Through his teeth.