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52 are awake, but they are the crazy, and who would believe what they say? Forgive me, Master, but that is what you taught me to say. That is what you said to the monk when he spoke of the visions of the saints and the martyrs.

. You see how well we remember your teaching.

. Out, out from my sight! I want somebody who has not changed. That is the grain the angel spoke of—I must find it before I die. I tell you I must find it. The sands are falling there and you answer me with arguments. Out with you, out of my sight! [The laugh.

. How well he plays at faith! He is like the monk when he had nothing more to say.

. Out, out, this is no time for laughter! Out with you, though you are a king’s son! [They begin to hurry out. . Come, come; he wants us to find some one who will dispute with him.

[All go out.

[alone; he goes to the door at the side]. I will call my wife. She will believe; women always believe. [He opens the door and calls.] Bridget! Bridget! [ comes in wearing her apron, her sleeves turned up from her floury arms.] Bridget, tell me the truth; do not say what you think will