Another Voice. This way! This way!
Paul Ruttledge. I will not go. I have a little reason for staying, but no reason is too little to be the foundation of martyrdom. People have been martyred for all kinds of reasons, and my reason that is not worth a rush will do as well as any other. [Looks round.] Ah! they are gone. A little reason, a little reason. I have entered into the second freedom—the irresponsibility of the saints.
Sings.
Parasti in conspectu meo mensam
Adversus eos qui tribulant me.
Impinguasti in oleo caput meum,
Et calix meus inebrians quam praeclarus est.
[People rush in with sticks uplifted.
One of the Mob. Where are the heretics?
Another. We'll make an end of their witchcraft!
Another. Here is the worst of them!
Another. Give me back my cattle you put the sickness on!
Another. We'll have no witchcraft here! Drive away the unfrocked priest!