Oh, what can I do! Is there nobody who believes he can never die? I must go and find somebody! [_He goes towards the door, but stops with his eyes fixed on the hour-glass._] I cannot go out; I cannot leave that. Go, and call my pupils again. I will make them understand. I will say to them that only amid spiritual terror, or only when all that laid hold on life is shaken can we see truth. There is something in Plato, but—no, do not call them. They would answer as I have bid. BRIDGET. You want somebody to get up an argument with. WISE MAN. Oh, look out of the door and tell me if there is anybody there in the street. I cannot leave this glass; somebody might shake it! Then the sand would fall more quickly. BRIDGET. I don’t understand what you are saying. [_Looks out._] There is a great crowd of people talking to your pupils. WISE MAN. Oh, run out, Bridget, and see if they have found somebody that all the time I was teaching understood nothing or did not listen! BRIDGET. [_Wiping her arms in her apron and pulling down her sleeves._] It’s a hard thing to be married to a man of learning that must be always having arguments. [_Goes out and shouts through the kitchen door._] Don’t be meddling with the bread, children, while I’m out. WISE MAN [_kneels down_]. ‘_Confiteor Deo Omnipotenti beatæ Mariæ ..._’ I have forgotten it all. It is thirty years since I have said a prayer. I must pray in the common tongue, like a clown begging in the market, like Teig the Fool! [_He prays._] Help me, Father, Son, and Spirit! [_BRIDGET enters, followed by the FOOL, who is holding out his hat to her._ FOOL. Give me something; give me a penny to buy bacon in the shops, and nuts in the market, and strong drink for the time when the sun grows weak. BRIDGET. I have no pennies. [_To the WISE MAN._] Your pupils cannot find anybody to argue with you. There is nobody in the whole country who has enough belief to fill a pipe with since you put down the monk. Can’t you be quiet now and not always wanting to have arguments? It must be terrible to have a mind like that. WISE MAN. I am lost! I am lost! BRIDGET. Leave me alone now; I have to make the bread for you and the children. WISE MAN. Out of this, woman, out of this, I say! [_BRIDGET goes through the kitchen door._] Will nobody find a way to help me! But she spoke of my children. I had forgotten them. They will believe. It is only those who have reason that doubt; the young are full of faith. Bridget, Bridget, send my children to me. BRIDGET [_inside_]. Your father wants you; run to him now. [_The two CHILDREN come in. They stand together a little way from the threshold of the kitchen door, looking timidly at their father._ WISE MAN. Children, what do you believe? Is there a Heaven? Is there a Hell? Is there a Purgatory? FIRST CHILD. We haven’t forgotten, father. THE OTHER CHILD.