permitted to stay.

Nils. Yes--come to think of it!

Marten (in a rage, pulling Nils by the sleeve). You're lying--
you, too! Can't you see he is drunk?

German. My dear folks, I can testify that the reverend brother is
drunk, and that's why he is lying!

Crowd (with signs of disgust). A drunken priest!

German. Well, booze is absolution for lying. Isn't that so,
Father Marten?

Tavern-keeper. Really, I can't let my house be the meeting-place
for any kind of disturbance. If this goes on, I'll lose my
customers and get hauled before the Chapter. Won't you please
take away that miserable creature who's causing all this noise?

Marten. Take her out, or I'll have you all banned! Don't you know
that we are now within the consecrated walls of the church,
although the Chapter allows this outhouse to be used for the
material refreshment of travellers?

German. Surely this room is holy, good folk, and surely the Lord
doth dwell here.

(The crowd begins to drag the Harlot toward the street door.)