Another Passer-by (hastily interrupting, and turning upon the first with contumely): Hence, brother of a baboon. Mock not dumb beasts, as it is written.
A Goat: M-a-a-a-a.
A Goatwoman: Aie, little one, muzzle thy tongue ... (resuming her conversation). In sooth, O my father, as thou dost say——
The Goat (rebelliously): M-a-a-a-a-a.
The Goatwoman: Arree, be silent, child of misfortune, or thou shalt see the inside of a stewpan. (The goat thinks better of it.)
The Hajji Oskarashi Ben Daoud Ben Ismail (a holy and very dirty man of enormous size, sinister appearance and awe-inspiring voice, appearing from a hovel): Alms. Alms for the love of Allah. (People give him money. He takes it nonchalantly and without thanks.) Alms in the name of the Compassionate. (He moves majestically on, until he meets a disreputable-looking being who has just emerged from a side street. Aside to this apparition.) Is all arranged?
His Confederate (in a low tone): Ya, holy one. (At the top of his voice in order to deceive everyone except the audience.) Nay, I have nothing for thee, thou evil-smelling and consummate old humbug.
Oskarashi (whining): Deny not of thy plenty, O gracious benefactor, as it is written. (Aside) What is the signal?
His Confederate (giving money with bad grace): Veialeikum a-salaam, O holy one. (Aside) Three raps on the outer postern gate: and then——
Oskarashi (showing his teeth in a terrible smile): And then—blood and much booty (passing on). Alms in the name of Allah.