"Old Man." How can he laugh and play his pranks even now? We haven't a cent to our souls, our supply of food is running low and our shoes are dilapidated.
TRAGEDIAN. [With an outburst.] Stop it! No reckoning! The number of our sins is great and the tale of our misfortunes is even greater. Holy Father! Our flasks are empty; I'd give what is left of our soles [displaying his ragged shoes] for just a smell of whiskey.
[From the left is heard the laughter of a woman. Enter the Comedian carrying in his arms the Heroine, who has her hands around his neck and holds a satchel in both hands behind his back.
COMEDIAN. [Letting his burden down upon the grass.] Sit down, my love, and rest up. We go no further to-day. Your feet, your tender little feet must ache you. How unhappy that makes me! At the first opportunity I shall buy you an automobile.
HEROINE. And in the meantime you may carry me oftener.
COMEDIAN. The beast of burden hears and obeys.
[Enter the Ingenue and the "Old Woman," each carrying a small satchel.
INGENUE. [Weary and pouting.] Ah! No one carried me.
[She sits on the grass to the right of the Heroine.
VILLAIN. We have only one ass with us.