DAVID. Mercy! Mercy! ANATHEMA. CONTENTS Quickly. David, the poor are waiting for you. They will go away soon. DAVID. No, no! ANATHEMA. The poor are always waiting, but they grow tired of waiting and they go away. DAVID. They will not go away from me. Oh, Nullius, Nullius!... Oh, wise Nullius! Oh, foolish Nullius! Is it possible that you did not understand that I have long been waiting for the poor and that their voice is in my ears and in my heart? When wheels are riding along a dust-covered road, on which rain had just fallen, they think as they turn and leave a trace: Here we are making a road. But the road was there before, Nullius, the road was there before! CONTENTS Gayly. Call the poor over to me. ANATHEMA. Consider, David, whom you are calling. CONTENTS Darkly. Do not deceive me, David.
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