David weeps silently, his face covered with his hands.
ANGRY MAN.
Traitor! He raised the dead out of their graves in order to make sport of them. Strike him with stones.
Bends down to lift a stone. A strong wind rises; in the distance thunder-peals resound. The mob is horror-stricken.
DAVID.
Raising his head and baring his chest.
Stone me—I am a traitor!
Louder thunder-peals. Anathema laughs merrily.
WANDERER.
Traitor! Stone him! He has deceived us! He has betrayed us! He has lied to us!