Jerome. That was not the music of Paradise.
Paul Ruttledge. Why should they not hear that music, although it may not set them praying, but dancing.
Jerome. How can you think you will ever find happiness amongst their devils' mirth?
Paul Ruttledge. I have taken to the roads because there is a wild beast I would overtake, and these people are good snarers of beasts. They can help me.
Charlie Ward. What kind of a wild beast is it you want?
Paul Ruttledge. Oh! it's a very terrible wild beast, with iron teeth and brazen claws that can root up spires and towers.
Charlie Ward. It's best not to try and overtake a beast like that, but to cross running water and leave it after you.
Tommy the Song. I heard one coming after me one night; very big and shadowy it was, and I could hear it breathing. But when it came up with me I lifted a hazel rod was in my hand, and it was gone on the moment.
Paul Ruttledge. My wild beast is Laughter, the mightiest of the enemies of God. I will outrun it and make it friendly.
Jerome. That is your old wild talk. Do have some sense and go back to your family.