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

Do you that never thwarted your child in his play ask
this of the gods?

One: {with some horror, perceiving Agmar's meaning}
Master!

Agmar:
Weep not. For all the houses that men have builded are
the play-fields of this child of the gods.

{The Man goes away in silence, not weeping.}

Oogno: {taking Thahn by the wrist}
Is this indeed a man?

Agmar:
A man, a man, and until just now a hungry one.


{Curtain}







The Third Act

{Same room.
A few days have elapsed.
Seven thrones shaped like mountain-crags stand along the
back of the stage. On these the beggars are lounging. The
Thief is absent.}

Mlan:
Never had beggars such a time.

Oogno:
Ah, the fruits and tender lamb!

Thahn:
The Woldery wine!

Slag:
It was better to see my master's wise devices than to
have fruit and lamb and Woldery wine.

Mlan:
Ah! When they spied on him to see if he would eat when