But you are shut up with the devil!
Deep as you lie, you dare not make pretence
That you have found your God.
CARLOMAN.
[laughing nervously] The seeker lost
More than the thing to find. Leave me alone—
You break the thread, you break it!
O the stream,
It flows and flows, and there are waterfalls
Somewhere, great, heaving torrents ...
ZACHARIAS.
[bending over him] To Vienne
Pilate, they say, was banished—here to die.
CARLOMAN.
What, Pilate!
ZACHARIAS.
Do you tremble at the name?