first cripple. He’s pointing at the moon
That’s coming out up yonder, and he calls it
Leprous, because the daylight whitens it.
seanchan. He’s holding up his hand above them all—
King, noblemen, princesses—blessing all.
Who could imagine he’d have so much patience?
first cripple [clutching the other cripple].
Come out of this!
second cripple [pointing to food]. If you don’t need it, sir,
May we not carry some of it away?
seanchan. Who’s speaking? Who are you?
first cripple. Come out of this!
second cripple. Have pity on us, that must beg our bread
From table to table throughout the entire world,
And yet be hungry.
seanchan. But why were you born crooked?
What bad poet did your mothers listen to
That you were born so crooked?
cripple. Come away!
Maybe he’s cursed the food, and it might kill us.
