We shall roll the lawns no more. We shall tend the young tulips together
never again.
LUCULLUS SEVERUS: Oh, why not? Why not? There is not all that
difference.
GREGORIUS PEDRO: There is.
LUCULLUS SEVERUS: It is our cross, brother. We must bear it.
GREGORIUS PEDRO: Ah, yes. Yes, yes.
[_A bell rings noisily._
LUCULLUS SEVERUS: The gate bell, brother! Be of good cheer, it is the
gate bell ringing!
GREGORIUS PEDRO: Why should I be of good cheer because the gate bell
rings?
LUCULLUS SEVERUS: Why, brother, the world is at the gate. We shall see
someone. It is an event. Someone will come and speak of the great world.
Oh, be of good cheer, be of good cheer, brother.
GREGORIUS PEDRO: I think that I am heavy at heart to-day.
[_Enter_ JOHN SMOGGS.
SMOGGS: Ullo, Governor. Is either o' yer the chief monk?
LUCULLUS SEVERUS: The Reverend Abbot is not here.
SMOGGS: 'Ain't, ain't 'e?
LUCULLUS SEVERUS: But what do you seek, friend?
SMOGGS: Want to know what you blokes are getting up to.
LUCULLUS SEVERUS: We do not understand your angry zeal.
GREGORIUS PEDRO: Tell us, friend.
SMOGGS: One o' yer is playing games no end, and we won't 'ave it.
GREGORIUS PEDRO: Games?
SMOGGS: Well, miracles if you like it better, and we won't 'ave it, nor
any of your 'igh church games nor devices.
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