Steward. He is hard, but he gives much to those who have nothing.
Sokiti. He gave here, that he might receive hereafter.
Nourm. After his death.
Satni. And now he gives no more?
Nourm. Nothing.
Satni. Ah!
Bitiou. Nothing—and so, all stomachs empty, very much. [He laughs].
Nourm. He gives only blows of the stick now.
Sokiti [with conviction] One cannot live on that alone.
Nourm. And so his servants asked him for corn?