Prostitute. They must be seeing things.
Drunkard. Yes, your black soul. Perhaps they think you a devil. That's why they chase all over the butchers' stalls. No wonder. They've reason to be afraid.
Beggar [in his sleep]. He-he-he. Ha-ha-ha.
Prostitute. A drunkard and a prostitute are the same thing. None of us is clean of sin.
Beggar [sleepily]. Don't take me for a "pal."
[Sleeps on.]
Drunkard. Leave him alone. He sings hymns the whole day long.
Beggar. Poverty is no sin.
Drunkard. Don't mix in. [To the Prostitute.] What do dogs see at night?
Prostitute. They say that on the first of May the Holy Mother walks through the market place, and gathers all the stray souls.