ACT TWO
The same city. Above, on the horizon, a large star then begins to shine with a changing light. A Man with a Spade is on the stage. Enter a Father and Mother, both dressed in mourning. At the back is projected the image of a small graveyard on a hill.
The Man with the Spade (wipes the sweat from his forehead) (aside):
Another few days of work and I shall be starting on my journey.
The Father (supporting the Mother by the arm):
Now, come, come! don’t cry now! Who knows what trouble he might have met with if he had lived? Perhaps he’s better off as he is.
The Man with the Spade:
I see you have just come from the graveyard.
The Mother:
Yes, and a sad journey it was.
The Man with the Spade:
I have heard that you lost your little boy. May God comfort you.
The Father:
I thank you for your sympathy. Our son!
