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

The Third Act

{Same room.
A few days have elapsed.
Seven thrones shaped like mountain-crags stand along the
back of the stage. On these the beggars are lounging. The
Thief is absent.}

Mlan:
Never had beggars such a time.

Oogno:
Ah, the fruits and tender lamb!

Thahn:
The Woldery wine!

Slag:
It was better to see my master's wise devices than to
have fruit and lamb and Woldery wine.

Mlan:
Ah! When they spied on him to see if he would eat when
they went away!

Oogno:
When they questioned him concerning the gods and Man!

Thahn:
When they asked him why the gods permitted cancer!

Slag:
Ah, my wise master!

Mlan:
How well his scheme has succeeded!

Oogno:
How far away is hunger!

Thahn:
It is even like to one of last year's dreams, the
trouble of a brief night long ago.

Oogno: {laughing}
Ho, ho, ho! To see them pray to us.

Agmar:
When we were beggars did we not speak as beggars? Did
we not whine as they? Was not our mien beggarly?