[ANSELM turns pages. PIPER looks on blankly]
. . . Ah, turn again!
The red one!--
[He takes his fife from his belt]
No, the green! The green one. So.
[Starts to pipe, looking on the book.]
CROWD
( Sure 't is a mad-man!
( But hear him piping!
( What is he doing?
PIPER
[puzzled at their mirth]
What the green one says.--
[A burst of laughter from the crowd. JAN, the little lame boy
on the steps, reaches his arms out suddenly and gives a cry of
delight.
JAN
Oh, I love the Man!
[He goes, with his crutch, to the PIPER, who turns and gathers
him close.
JACOBUS
[to the People]
Leave off this argument.
KURT
Go in to Mass.
JACOBUS
Saint Willibald!
PIPER
[in a rage]
That Saint!--
KURT
Hence, wandering dog!
PIPER
Oho!--Well, every Saint may have his day.
But there are dog-days coming.--Eh, your worship?
[To ANSELM, suddenly]
You, there! You--Brother--Father--Uncle--You!
Speak! Will you let them in, to say their prayers
And mock me through their fingers?--Tell these men
To settle it, among their mouldy pockets,
Whether they keep their oath. Then will I go.
KURT
[savagely]
Away with you!--
ANSELM
The Piper should be heard;
Ye know it well. Render to Caesar, therefore,
That which is Caesar's.
PIPER
--Give the Devil his due!
JACOBUS
[warily]
We must take counsel over such a sum.
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