So you would forsake the calling?
OOGNO
The city is unworthy of our calling. The gods are drowsy and all that is divine in man is 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