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Stranger:
I am a stranger from Thessaly.

First Sentry:
It is death even for a stranger.

Stranger:
Your door is strangely sacred.

First Sentry:
It is death to touch it.

{The Stranger wanders off.}

{Enter two children hand in hand.}

Boy: {to the Sentry}
I want to see the King to pray for a hoop.

{The Sentry smiles.}

Boy: {pushes the door; to girl}
I cannot open it. {To the Sentry} Will it do as well
if I pray to the King's door?

Sentry:
Yes, quite as well. {Turns to talk to the other
Sentry} Is there anyone in sight?

Second Sentry: {shading his eyes}
Nothing but a dog, and he far out on the plain.

First Sentry:
Then we can talk awhile and eat bash.

Buy:
King's door, I want a little hoop.

{The Sentries take a little bash between finger and
thumb from pouches and put that wholly forgotten drug
to their lips.}

Girl: {pointing}
My father is a taller soldier than that.

Boy:
My father can write. He taught me.

Girl:
Ho! Writing frightens nobody. My father is a soldier.