FRIAR (looking in terror at Savva)
No, it's all dried up.
SAVVA (frowning)
Sorry.
FRIAR
Oh, that woman there has a jug of water. (Gleefully) I'll go and ask her for it. (Runs)
LIPA
You ought not to have that water. Go away from here, Savva, go away. Look what gladness there is all around you. Everybody, everything rejoices. The earth is glad. The sun is glad. You are the only one who is not—you alone. I still can't forget that you are my brother. Go. But wherever you go, bear with you the memory of this day always. Remember that the same fate awaits you everywhere. The earth will not surrender her God to you; the people will not surrender to you that whereby they live and breathe. Yesterday I still feared you. To-day I regard you with pity. You are pitiful, Savva! Go! Why are you laughing?
SAVVA (smiling)
Isn't it a little premature, sister, for you to be delivering my funeral oration?