Lis. No eyes, no ears,—
All belly, you!
Mas. [Taking up spoon and cup from the pile]
Fish! fish!
Lis. Beans first. You know
The rules.
Mas. I've teeth can break 'em. Fish, Famette!
[Famette puts fish into his cup]
There'll be a blessed cleaning-up to-night.
Lis. More beating? Has the master come?
Mas. [Nods] And on
The rounds. He'll clear the yards. News from the north
Has turned him red and black.
Fam. A flogging? Oh,
If you were men you'd fight with your bare hands
Till you were free!
Mas. Free as the dead. Our blood
Would soak the earth and make more hennequin,—
That's all.
Fam. Then run away.
Mas. How far? The swamps?
To sleep with snakes—a week or less?