"Dunsany, Lord - Five Plays" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dunsany Lord)

the gods, and if Man heard us he would guess the
futility of his destiny, which were not well for Man.
Begone! Begone!

One lingers {loquitur}
Master --

Agmar:
Begone!

{Exeunt. Agmar takes up a piece of meat and begins to
eat it; the beggars rise and stretch themselves; they
laugh, but Agmar eats hungrily.}

Oogno:
Ah! Now we have come into our own.

Thahn:
Now we have alms.

Slag:
Master! My wise master!

Ulf:
These are the good days, the good days; and yet I have
a fear.

Slag:
What do you fear? There is nothing to fear. No man is
as wise as my master.

Ulf:
I fear the gods whom we pretend to be.

Slag:
The gods?

Agmar: {taking a chunk of meat from his lips}
Come hither, Slag.

Slag: {going up to him}
Yes, master.

Agmar:
Watch in the doorway while I eat. {Slag goes to the
doorway} Sit in the attitude of a god. Warn me if any
of the citizens approach.

{Slag sits in the doorway in the attitude of a god,
back to the audience.