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

I will put right the times.

Slag:
There is nothing that my master cannot do.

Agmar: {to Slag}
Be silent and attend to me. I do not know this city.
I have travelled from far, having somewhat exhausted
the city of Ackara.

Slag:
My master was three times knocked down and injured by
carriages there, once he was killed and seven times he
was beaten and robbed, and every time he was generously
compensated. He had nine diseases, many of them
mortal --

Agmar:
Be silent, Slag. -- Have you any thieves among the
calling here?

Ulf:
We have a few that we call thieves here, master, but
they would scarcely seem thieves to you. They are not
good thieves.

Agmar:
I shall need the best thief you have.

{Enter two citizens richly clad, Illanaun and
Oorander.}

Illanaun:
Therefore we will send galleons to Ardaspes.

Oorander:
Right to Ardaspes through the silver gates.

{Agmar transfers the thick handle of his long staff to
his left armpit, he droops on to it and it supports his
weight; he is upright no longer. His right arm hangs
limp and useless. He hobbles up to the citizens
imploring alms.}

Illanaun:
I am sorry. I cannot help you. There have been too
many beggars here and we must decline alms for the good
of the town.

Agmar: {sitting down and weeping}