[As the Beggar disappears, strange figures begin to show themselves in the darkness. Most of them are half-naked. The Fool also comes back. A dog comes wandering into the crowd.]
Prostitute [looking around in terror]. It's awful to be with so many sick people. Not one amongst them who is of sound mind. Not one who has a clean conscience. The Beggar has gone away.
Drunkard [with fear]. The dogs have also come to the fire.
Prostitute. Even they are drawn to people.
[There is a short pause. The Bastard begins to wail.]
Drunkard. What's the trouble with him? Take him away.
Prostitute. That's the Devil in him crying—see him gazing at something.
[The day begins to grow gray in the east. Strange, awful light falls over all. Now one, now another corner of the street appears and disappears. All is covered with shadows as in twilight.]
Drunkard. Praised be God. The dawn.
Prostitute. How different the light is to-day.