Out, out from my sight! I want someone with belief. I must find that grain the Angel spoke of before I die. I tell you I must find it, and you answer me with arguments. Out with you, out of my sight!
[The Young Men laugh.
A YOUNG MAN.
How well he plays at faith! He is like the monk when he had nothing more to say.
WISE MAN.
Out, out! This is no time for laughter! Out with you, though you are a king’s son!
[They begin to hurry out.
A YOUNG MAN.
Come, come; he wants us to find someone who will dispute with him.[All go out.
WISE MAN.
[Alone; he goes to the door at the side.]