We to whom all things are coming now at last!
THIEF
I fear lest my art forsake me now that good things come without stealing.
AGMAR
You will need your art no longer.
SLAG
The wisdom of my master shall suffice us all our days.
[Enter a frightened Man. He kneels before Agmar and abates his forehead.
MAN
Master, we implore you, the people beseech you.