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

Thahn:
We shall see the girls come in with baskets upon their
heads.

Oogno:
There will be fruits in the baskets.

Thahn:
All the fruits of the valley.

Mlan:
Oh, how long we have wandered along the ways of the
world!

Slag:
Oh, how hard they were!

Thahn:
And how dusty!

Oogno:
And how little wine!

Mlan:
How long have we asked and asked, and for how much!

Agmar:
We to whom all things are coming at last!

Thief:
I fear lest my art forsake me now that good things come
without stealing.

Agmar:
You will need your art no longer.

Slag:
The wisdom of my master shall suffice us all our days.

{Enter a frightened Man. He kneels before Agmar and
abases his forehead.}

Man:
Master, we implore you, the people beseech you.

{Agmar and the beggars in the attitude of the gods sit
silent.}

Man:
Master, it is terrible. {The beggars maintain