Second Friar. A nice state of things it would be if every man was his own priest and his own king.
First Friar. I wonder will he wake soon. I thought I saw him stir just now. Father Aloysius, will he wake soon?
Aloysius. What did you say?
First Friar. Will he wake soon?
Aloysius. Yes, yes, he will wake very soon now.
Second Friar. What are they going to do now; are they going to dance?
Third Friar. He was too patient with him. He would have made short work of any of us if we had gone so far.
First Dancer.
Nam, et si ambulavero in medio umbrae mortis,
Non timebo mala, quoniam tu mecum es.
First Friar. They are singing the twenty-second Psalm. What madness to sing!