"Лорд Дансени. The Gods of the Mountain (англ.)" - читать интересную книгу автора

The Second Act

{The Metropolitan Hall of the city of Kongros. Citizens,
etc.
Enter the seven beggars with green silk under their rags.}

Oorander:
Who are you and whence come you?

Agmar:
Who may say what we are or whence we come?

Oorander:
What are these beggars and why do they come here?

Agmar:
Who said to you that we were beggars?

Oorander:
Why do these men come here?

Agmar:
Who said to you that we were men?

Illanaun:
Now, by the moon!

Agmar:
My sister.

Illanaun:
What?

Agmar:
My little sister.

Slag:
Our little sister the moon. She comes to us at
evenings away in the mountains of Marma. She trips
over the mountains when she is young. When she is
young and slender she comes and dances before us, and
when she is old and unshapely she hobbles away from the
hills.

Agmar:
Yet is she young again and forever nimble with youth;
yet she comes dancing back. The years are not able to
curb her nor to bring gray hairs to her brethren.