KING HEROD _(to Savva)_ You see? He wants to feast on my agony. Go ahead, feast all you want. GRAY MONK My, what a scold you are. Where do you get your vocabulary? He once told the Father Superior that if God were not immortal he, the Father Superior, would long ago have sold him piece by piece. But we tolerate him. He can do no harm in a monastery. FAT MONK He attracts people. Many come here for his sake. And what difference does it make to us? God sees our purity. Isn't that so, King Herod? KING HEROD Oh, shut up, you old dotard. Look at him; he can scarcely move his legs, old Harry with the evil eye. Keeps three women in the village; one is not enough for him. _(The monks laugh good-naturedly)_ You see, you see? Whew! Look at their brazen, shameless eyes! Might as well spit on them! SAVVA Why do you come here? KING HEROD Not for them. Listen, young man. Have you a grief? SAVVA Perhaps I have. Why? KING HEROD Then listen to me. When you are in sorrow, when you are suffering, don't go to people. If you have a friend, don't go to him. It's more than you'll be able to stand. Better go to the wolves in the forest. They'll make short work of it, devour you at once, and there will be the end of it. I have seen many evil things, but I have never seen anything worse than man. No, never! They say men are created in His image, in His likeness. Why, you skunks, you have no image. If you had one, the tiniest excuse for one, you would crawl away on all fours and hide somewhere from sheer shame. You damned skunks! Laugh at them, cry before them, shout, at them. It doesn't make any difference. They go on licking their chops. King Herod--Damned skunks! And when King Herod--not I, but the real one with a golden crown--killed your children, where were you--hey? FAT MONK We weren't even in the world then, man. KING HEROD Then there were others like you. He killed. You accepted it. That's all. I have asked many the question: "What would you have done?" "Nothing," they always reply. "If he killed, what could be done about it?" Fine creatures! Haven't the manliness to stand up even for their children. They are worse than dogs, damn them! FAT MONK And what would you have done? KING HEROD I? I should have wrung his neck from off his royal gold crown--the confounded brute! GRAY MONK It says in the scripture: "Render unto Caesar the things that are Caesar's, and to God the things that are God's." FAT MONK That is to say, don't interfere with other people's business. Do you understand? KING HEROD _(to Savva in despair)_ Just listen, listen to what they are saying. SAVVA I hear what they are saying. KING HEROD Just you wait, my precious! You'll get what's coming to you, and mighty quick. The devil will come and hurl you into the fiery pit. To hell, to gehenna, with you! How your fat will melt and run! Do you get the smell, monk? FAT MONK That's from the refectory. KING HEROD