“A nightingale did sing ... did sing ... sing ... sing....
When hungry hawk ... when hungry hawk....”
Malchus.
Here, let’s play knucklebones! [The Others assent, crying, “Knucklebones!”] Or, better: flipcoin!
Ioannes.
But that’s forbidden!
Malchus.
What of that? No one
Is looking! Sleeps authority.
[Pointing to the Centurion who is snoring slightly. They laugh, tickle his ear with a spear of grass. He brushes this aside, saying, “Shoo, fly!” The Boys, feeling safe, sit on the ground, and prepare to play flipcoin.]