2nd Wrenboy: Their brooches were shining like
green fire, the same as a marten cat's eyes. They
have everything finer than another.
3rd Wrenboy: Their faces as clean as a linen
sheet. Their hair as if combed with a silver comb.
4th Wrenboy: There is no one to so much as
put a clean shirt on ourselves.
5th Wrenboy: (Rubbing his hand.) I never
felt uneasy at the dirt that is grinted into me till
I saw them so nice.
1st Wrenboy: That music they were playing
put me in mind of some far thing. It is dreamed
to me, and it is never leaving my mind, that there
is something I remember in the long ago ...
music in a house that was as bright as the moon,
or as the brightest night of stars.
5th Wrenboy: Whisht! They are coming!
(The Princes come back.)
1st Prince: Here are coppers for you.
2nd Prince: And white money.
3rd Prince: And here is a piece of gold.