Waiter [in disgust]. I ought to call the cops and have them drive you away from here.
Beggar [confidentially]. You wouldn't do that. Only yesterday I paid my colleagues 20 francs for this place. [Searches in his pockets.] Here is a receipt. I won't go away from here unless the police carry me away in their arms. The police seem to be the only people who make a fuss over me these days. [Laughs.]
Waiter. Disgusting old beggar. Why on earth such people—[The rest is lost in his teeth.]
[The Townsman, the Townswoman, and their child enter. The Townsman carries the child on his shoulder and is perspiring from the exertion.]
[Waiter X to Right of Table. Beggar goes up stage Center.]
Townswoman [center Left with boy; sighs]. That is all I have to say, just let me come to that. Just let me come to it. On the spot I'll get a divorce.
Townsman [following her]. Give me your word of honor on it.
Townsman. Now I know what they mean when they say that all men were polygamists.
Townsman. Calm yourself, old woman. It's all theoretical that married women are good cooks and married men are polygamists.
Beggar.