Pastor (hurriedly). Fourthly, have you blasphemed? Fifthly, have you coveted your neighbor’s ass, his ox, his slave, his wife? Sixthly—
Photographer (alarmed). Ladies and gentlemen, an ass!
Second Photographer. Where? I can’t see it!
Photographer (calmed). I thought I heard it.
Pastor. I congratulate you, my son! I congratulate you! You have made your peace with God. Now you may rest easy—Oh, God, what do I see? The Salvation Army! Policeman, chase them away!
(Enter a Salvation Army band, men and women in uniforms. There are only three instruments, a drum, a violin and a piercingly shrill trumpet.)
Salvation Army Man (frantically beating his drum and shouting in a nasal voice). Brethren and sisters—
Pastor (shouting even louder in a still more nasal voice in an effort to drown the other’s). He has already confessed. Bear witness, ladies and gentlemen, that he has confessed and made his peace with heaven.
Salvation Army Woman (climbing on a rock and shrieking). I once wandered in the dark just as this sinner and I lived a bad life and was a drunkard, but when the light of truth—
A Voice. Why, she is drunk now.