Beat him! Aha! So! He is turning back! Beat him! FRIAR What does this mean? Oh! Oh! Oh! _(He clutches his head with both hands, cries, and runs away)_ SAVVA _(fighting desperately, he appears for a moment looking fierce and terrible)_ Let go--Ho-o-o! _(He sinks back again)_ CROWD That's the way. One, two--Ah! Strike! Got him? Not yet! Got him? What are you waiting for? Strike! Done! A VOICE He's still moving. CROWD Strike! MAN IN OVERCOAT Peter, got a knife? Finish him with your knife. Cut his throat. PETER No, I'd rather do it with my heel. One! Two! KONDRATY _(cursing him)_ Lord Jesus Christ! Lord Jesus Christ! _[Loud cries are heard from the background: "They are carrying Him! They are carrying Him!" The mob begins to disperse and thins out quickly._ CROWD They are carrying Him! Yes, it's enough. It's done. No, let me at him--once more. There! I gave him one good one in his face. They are carrying Him! They are carrying Him! KING HEROD Enough, enough. A grand feast for you, you accursed beasts! CROWD I tell you, they are carrying Him! Lie there, you! Oh my, am I going to be late? Enough now. Are you sorry for him, eh? Is it _your_ head? One more! Come on! _[They run away so that Savva's mangled body becomes visible._ MAN IN OVERCOAT It ought to be taken away from here. It isn't right to leave it here on the road. It's dirty. Boys! Say, boys! _[He goes off following the rest, but is met by the procession pouring in upon the stage. There is a great din and humming of talk. Speransky and Tony approach the body cautiously, bend over it on their knees, one on each side, and stare at it eagerly._ SPERANSKY Dead! His eyes are gone. TONY Shut up! _(He bursts into a groaning laugh, pressing his hands hard to his mouth)_ SPERANSKY But his face is calm. Look, Mr. Anthony. It's because now he knows the truth. TONY Shut up! _(Bursts out laughing)_ What a funny face he has! _[He laughs behind his hand. Then his laugh bursts through his fingers, so to speak, grows in intensity, becomes irresistible, and passes into a whine. The crowd begins to fill the stage, concealing the body, Speransky, and Tony. The bells are rung in the monastery as at Easter, and at the same time the singing of thousands of voices is heard._ CROWD "Christ is risen from the dead. He has conquered death with death and given life to those lain in their graves. Christ--" LIPA _(flinging herself into the crowd)_ "Christ is risen!" _[The crowd continues to pour in, filling the entire stage. Gaping mouths and round, wide-open eyes are seen everywhere. Shrill shrieks are uttered by the crazed epileptics. A momentary outcry is heard:_ "Somebody crushed!" _Tony's laughter dies away somewhere. The triumphant hymn rises, spreads, passes into a titanic roar that drowns every other sound. The bells continue to ring._ CROWD _(shouting at their utmost power)_