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

drowsy and all that is divine in man is dead. {To
third beggar} Are not the gods drowsy?

Ulf:
They are drowsy in their mountains away at Marma. The
seven green idols are drowsy. Who is this that rebukes
us?

Thahn:
Are you some great merchant, master? Perhaps you will
help a poor man that is starving.

Slag:
My master a merchant! No, no. He is no merchant. My
master is no merchant.

Oogno:
I perceive that he is some lord in disguise. The gods
have woken and sent him to save us.

Slag:
No, no. You do not know my master. You do not know
him.

Thahn:
Is he the Soldan's self that has come to rebuke us?

Agmar:
I am a beggar, and an old beggar.

Slag: {with great pride}
There is none like my master. No traveller has met
with cunning like to his, not even those that come from
AEthiopia.

Ulf:
We make you welcome to our town, upon which an evil has
fallen, the days being bad for beggary.

Agmar:
Let none who has known the mystery of roads or has felt
the wind arising new in the morning, or who has called
forth out of the souls of men divine benevolence, ever
speak any more of any trade or of the miserable gains
of shops and the trading men.

Oogno:
I but spoke hastily, the times being bad.

Agmar: