Priest (lifting up his hand). I’ve sworn not to call the hand of man upon your crimes to-day; but I haven’t sworn I wouldn’t call the fire of heaven from the hand of the Almighty God.

He begins saying a Latin malediction in a loud ecclesiastical voice.

Mary. There’s an old villain.

All (together). Run, run. Run for your lives.

They rush out, leaving the Priest master of the situation.

Curtain.