dead. (To third Beggar) Are not the gods drowsy?
ULF They are drowsy in their mountains away at Marma. The seven green idols are drowsy. Who is this that rebukes us?
THAHN Are you some great merchant, Master? Perhaps you will help a poor man that is starving.
SLAG My Master a Merchant! No, no. He is no merchant. My Master is no merchant.
OOGNO I perceive that he is some lord in disguise. The gods have woken and have sent him to save us.
SLAG No, no. You do not know my Master. You do not know him.
THAHN Is he the Soldan's self that has come to rebuke us?
AGMAR (with great pride) I am a beggar, and an old beggar.
SLAG There is none like my Master. No traveller has met with cunning like to his, not even those that come from Aethiopia.
ULF We make you welcome to our town, upon which an evil has fallen, the days being bad for beggary.
AGMAR Let none that has known the mystery of roads, or has felt the wind arising new in the morning, or who has called forth out of the souls of
