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

Ulf:
It is even so.

Agmar:
Then will the gods be glad when we follow the holy
calling with new devices and with subtlety, as they are
glad when the priests sing a new song.

Ulf:
Yet I have a fear.

{Enter two men talking.}

Agmar: {to Slag}
Go you into the city before us and let there be a
prophecy there which saith that the gods who are carven
from green rock in the mountain shall one day arise in
Marma and come here in the guise of men.

Slag:
Yes, master. Shall I make the prophecy myself? Or
shall it be found in some old document?

Agmar:
Let someone have seen it once in some rare document.
Let it be spoken of in the market place.

Slag:
It shall be spoken of, master.

{Slag lingers. Enter Thief and Thahn.}

Oogno:
This is our thief.

Agmar: {encouragingly}
Ah, he is a quick thief.

Thief:
I could only procure you three green raiments, master.
The city is not now well supplied with them; moreover,
it is a very suspicious city and without shame for the
baseness of its suspicions.

Slag: {to a beggar}
This is not thieving.

Thief:
I could do no more, master. I have not practised