[The dogs begin to howl.]
Drunkard. What are the dogs howling about? Chase them away from the fire.
Prostitute. They are looking somewheres. They sniff at the air. They must see something now.
[In the distance is heard the sound of beating against tin plates. The dogs howl with fright.]
Prostitute. Something is coming near to us.
[The Fool laughs.]
Drunkard. What is the Fool laughing at? What is he gazing at? Chase him away from the fire.
Prostitute. They all see more clearly than we.
[The dogs howl again, and gather in one group. Footsteps approach.]
Drunkard [frightened]. Something is coming near to us.