FATHER JOHN.
It is I, Father John, did it. I prayed a long time over you and brought you back.
MARTIN.
You, Father John, to be so unkind! O leave me, leave me alone!
FATHER JOHN.
You are in your dream still.
MARTIN.
It was no dream, it was real. Do you not smell the broken fruit—the grapes? the room is full of the smell.
FATHER JOHN.
Tell me what you have seen, where you have been?