You crazy old devil!

[RADA _enters with a bowl of water, sets it on a bench and returns to her
place_. ARRAM _washes his hands._]

MICHAEL
My hands want washing, too.
O Lord, you've turned the water into wine!
Fetch me some fresh.

[RADA _approaches, stares at the bowl and moves back, swaying a little, as
if faint._]

ARRAM
[Roughly]
I'll empty it. Give it to me.
[_He goes out_]

NANKO
The Old Testament, you know, is full of it.
_Who is this_, it says, _that cometh from Edom
In dyed garments from Bozrah_? It was blood
That dyed their garments. And in _Revelations_
Blood came out of the wine-press, till it splashed
The bridles of the horses; and the seas
Were all turned into blood. Doesn't that show
That man's a fighting animal?

MICHAEL
[_Goes to the door on the right and tries to open it._]