Jerman. My cords failed me . . . Even my cords are finer than their heart and thought.
Worker. It seems we won't be alone!
(From the right side – three peasants holding their Bibles – arrive. They sit down in the corner.)
Kalander. God bless, neighbors! (The farmers do not reply.) Be mute if you wish to, though you are not deaf.
Worker. Like three darkened glooms . . . Hanging over there in silence.
(Lojzka approaches from the left, Jerman stands up to meet her.)
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Jerman. Where do you come from? This is not a place for you.
Lojzka. (Coming closer, they both sit at the center of the scene.) Set sail! Take up your suit and retreat! Leave everything as it is . . . Let them finish alone . . . Or leave it unfinished. Let them talk . . . Go!
Jerman. What? Have you lost your mind on your way here?
Lojzka. I by chance intercepted their discussions . . . They were standing by the church, already drunk . . .
Jerman. What were they spitting about? I must hear the voice of the people, them – religious people.
Lojzka. Do not postpone your departure! . . . Excuse yourself, for you are sick . . . And you truly are ailing . . . Your eyes are the eyes of an ill man . . .
Jerman. What were their words?
Lojzka. They will to get you packing, one said. The other said they shall do so with no need for signatures. Far away, the third replied; they all had a laugh then.
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