THAHN We shall see the girls come in with baskets upon their heads.
OOGNO There will be fruits in the baskets.
THAHN All the fruits of the valley.
MLAN Ah, how long we have wandered along the ways of the world.
SLAG Ah, how hard they were.
THAHN And how dusty.
OOGNO And how little wine.
MLAN How long we have asked and asked, and for how much!
AGMAR We to whom all things are coming now at last.
THIEF I fear lest my art forsake me now that good things come without stealing.
AGMAR You will need your art no longer.
SLAG The wisdom of my Master shall suffice us all our days. (Enter a frightened man. He kneels before Agmar and abases his forehead.)
MAN Master, we implore you, the people beseech you. (Agmar and the beggars in the attitude of the gods sit silent.)
MAN Master, it is terrible. (The beggars maintain silence) It is terrible when you wander in the evening. It is terrible on the edge of the desert in the evening. Children die when they see you.
AGMAR In the desert? When did you see us?