[The THREE SONS dig lazily among the vines.]
FIRST SON. Oh, I am tired of digging! Come, brothers, let us sit and talk!
[He throws down his spade and sits.]
SECOND SON. Father said we should dig at every vine. But I must say I am tired of it.
[He throws down his spade and sits.]
THIRD SON. I was tired when we began.
[He throws down his spade and sits. The FARMER enters. His sons do not see him.]
FIRST SON. Now I should like to go to war and ride a great white horse.