Prostitute. A fool, and yet he knows what he says. [Gives him bread.] Do you want to eat?
Fool. I get my dinner from the tables of Kings.
Beggar [awaking]. You've brought the fool here too? He's got the whole market place to be crazy in, and he comes here, where honest people sleep.
[Takes his stick and tries to reach the Fool.]
Prostitute [defending the Fool]. Leave him alone I tell you. Crazy though he be, he still wants to be among people. Like aches for like.
Beggar. Let him go to the graveyard, and yell his craziness out among the graves;—and not disturb honest men in their sleep. The street is the beggar's home, and I don't want to share it with madmen. All that the people throw out of their homes, wanders into the street.
[He chases the Fool away, and lies down.]
Drunkard. Who made you boss here? The street belongs to all. Lie down in the city hall, in the mayor's bed, if you want to have rest.
Prostitute. Keep still. He has a right to the place. He's had it long enough.
Drunkard. What kind of a right? Are you a newcomer? How long have you been here?