Part 17 (2/2)

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!

_Another._ Make an end of him when we have the chance!

_Paul Ruttledge._ Yes, make an end of me. I have tried hard to live a good life; give me a good death now.

_One of the Crowd._ Quick, don't give him time to put the evil eye on us!

[_They rush at him. His hands are seen swaying about above the crowd._

_Paul Ruttledge._ I go to the invisible heart of flame!

_One of the Crowd._ Throw him there now! Where are the others?

_Another._ They must be among the rocks.

_Another._ They are not; they are gone down the road!

_Another._ I tell you it's in the rocks they are! It's in the rocks they're hiding!

_Another._ They are not; they couldn't run in the rocks; they're running down the road.

_Several Voices._ They're on the road; they're on the road.

[_They all rush out, leaving_ PAUL RUTTLEDGE _lying on the ground. It grows darker_. FATHERS COLMAN _and_ ALOYSIUS _creep up_.

_Colman._ Paul, Paul, come; we have still time to get to the boat.

_Aloysius._ Oh! they have killed him; there is a wound in his neck! Oh!

he has been the first of us to get the crown!

_Colman._ There are voices! They must be coming back! Come to the boat, maybe we can bury him to-morrow!

[_They go out._ PAUL RUTTLEDGE _half rises and sinks back_.

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