_Shouting._ I have not deceived any one. I have given everything away and have nothing left. ANATHEMA. Do you hear, fools? David has nothing. _Laughs._ Nothing. Am I not telling the truth, David? WANDERER. Do you hear? He has nothing. Why, then, did he call us? He has deceived us. He has deceived us. KHESSIN. _Perplexed._ But that is true, Sarah; he himself says that he has nothing. SARAH. Do not mind David. He is ill. He is tired. He will give us everything. WANDERER. _With sorrow and anger._ How could you do that, David? What have you done with the people, accursed one? RESTLESS MAN. Listen what David, who has brought joy to mankind, has done to me. He promised me ten roubles, and then took it back and gave me one copeck, and I thought that the copeck was not really a copeck--I went to a store with it and demanded a great deal, but they laughed and chased me away as a thief. You are the thief. You are the robber; you have left my children without milk. Here is your copeck. _Throws the copeck at David's feet. Many other people follow his example._ SARAH. _Defending David._ Do not dare offend David. _David weeps silently, his face covered with his hands._ ANGRY MAN. Traitor! He raised the dead out of their graves in order to make sport of them. Strike him with stones. _Bends down to lift a stone. A strong wind rises; in the distance thunder-peals resound. The mob is horror-stricken._ DAVID. _Raising his head and baring his chest._ Stone me--I am a traitor! _Louder thunder-peals. Anathema laughs merrily._ WANDERER. Traitor! Stone him! He has deceived us! He has betrayed us! He has lied to us! _Confusion. They advance towards David, lifting stones; some flee, sobbing._ DAVID. Take me. I am going to you. ANATHEMA. Where? They will kill you! DAVID. You are my enemy. Leave me. _Releases himself from his grasp._ WANDERER. _Raising a stone above his head._ Back! Satan! ANATHEMA. _Hastily._ Curse them, David. They will soon put you to death. Quick! _David lifts his arms and sinks down, struck by a stone. Almost in silence, grumbling, they hurl stones upon his motionless body. Thunder-peals. Anathema is laughing. Suddenly a woman screams. Then another. All are shouting. The mob runs away. The last one lifts a stone to throw it on David's head, but looks around and finding himself alone, lets the stone fall out of his hand and runs away with a wild outcry._ ANATHEMA. _Swaying himself in every direction, he leaps upon a rock, jumps down, then up again._ Ah, you have triumphed, David! _Laughter._