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

thieving all my life.

Agmar:
You have got something: it may serve our purpose. How
long have you been thieving?

Thief:
I first stole when I was ten.

Slag: {in horror}
When he was ten!

Agmar:
We must tear them up and divide them amongst the
seven. {To Thahn} Bring me another beggar.

Slag:
When my master was ten he had already to slip by night
out of two cities.

Oogno: {admiringly}
Out of two cities?

Slag: {nodding his head}
In his native city they do not now know what became of
the golden cup that stood in the Lunar Temple.

Agmar:
Yes, into seven pieces.

Ulf:
We will each wear a piece of it over our rags.

Oogno:
Yes, yes, we shall look fine.

Agmar:
That is not the way we shall disguise ourselves.

Oogno:
Not cover our rags?

Agmar:
No, no. The first who looked closely would say, "These
are only beggars. They have disguised themselves."

Ulf:
What shall we do?

Agmar: