Guardian: Thieves! Robbers! Burglars!
Here, soldiers, surround the place; who are these
ruffians? Murder! Robbery! Fire!
(Two soldiers come in.)
Servant: They are the very same youngsters
were at our door this morning, doing their play;
those Wrenboys!
Guardian: They are thieves. There is one of
them bringing away my gold-handled sword. (He
and Servant seize sword.)
Ogre: (Coming forward and bowing low.) It
is time for you to come, your honour my lordship!
I am proud to see you coming! It was I myself
that rang the bell and that called and awakened
you, where I would not like to see the place robbed
and left bare by these scum of the world!
All the Princes: Oh! Oh! Oh!
Guardian: What have you to do with it?
Where do you come from?
Ogre: An honest poor man I am....
Servant: You have a queer wild sort of a
dress.
Ogre: Making a living I do be, dressing up as a
hobgoblin and a bogey man to get an odd copper
from a mother here and there, would be wishful to
frighten a stubborn child from bawling or from
tricks. Passing the door I was, and hearing a noise
I looked in, and these young villains were after
rising a board and taking out that sword you seen
in their hands. It is then that I made a clamour
with the bell.