Meliflor (lifting mug): And all our glorious heritage.
Ximenung (putting hand to mug): Aye, it is glorious, and yet ...
[Enter the Raiders of the Golden Hoard with spears and, in the other hand, leather wallets the size of your fist; these they cast on the heap. Nuggets the size of big filberts escape from some so that the heap is partly leather and partly gold. These wallets should be filled with nuggets of lead, about the size described, not one lump of lead and not sawdust or rags. Nothing destroys illusion on the stage more than a cannon ball falling with a soft pat. They look scowlingly at the Princes.
[Exeunt the Raiders. The Princes have scarcely noticed them.
Meliflor: See how they waste the hours.
Ximenung: They have brought treasure from the Golden Hoard.
Zoon: Yes, from the Golden Hoard beyond the marshes. I went there once with old brown Oomuz there.
Meliflor: Of what avail is it to come back burdened thus? Has not the Queen more wealth than she'll ever need?
Moomoomon: Aye, the Queen needs nothing more.
Zoon: How can we know that?