[Coming forth, carrying a basket.]
Here, Martinus! Take your coin!
We slept on it, Aléxandros and I!
Your mother’s is it, so not yours to lose,
Nor mine to win!
Martinus [the Sleeper].
[Accepting the coin the other holds out to him.]
I thank you, Malchus!
Malchus [the Schoolboy].
I,