Master, I am childless, and I—
AGMAR
Trouble us not now. It is the hour at which the gods are accustomed to speak to the gods in the language of the gods, and if Man heard us he would guess the futility of his destiny, which were not well for Man. Begone! Begone!
ONE LINGERS (loquitur)
Master—
AGMAR
Begone!
[Exeunt. Agmar takes up a piece of meat and begins to eat it; the beggars rise and stretch themselves: they laugh, but Agmar eats hungrily.
OOGNO
Ah! Now we have come into our own.