Haggart looks with a faint smile at his angry, bristled face, and says: "I rather feel like sending him away.

Let him go." "Well, then, Abbot," says Desfoso, turning around, "we have decided, in accordance with our conscience--to take the money.

Do I speak properly ?" One voice answers for all: "Yes." DESFOSO--Well, sailor, where is the money?
KHORRE--Captain?
HAGGART--Give it to them.
KHORRE (rudely)--"Then give me back my knife and my pipe first! Who is the eldest among you--you?
Listen, then: Take crowbars and shovels and go to the castle.

Do you know the tower, the accursed tower that fell?
Go over there--" He bends down and draws a map on the floor with his crooked finger.

All bend down and look attentively; only the abbot gazes sternly out of the window, behind which the heavy fog is still grey.