King Hunger:—How? Have you acquired an inheritance? Or won’t you eat hereafter?
Old Man:—No. It was wrested from me. I only chewed off a small piece——
King Hunger:—But how won’t you steal? Why haven’t you been working?
Old Man:—There’s no work.
King Hunger:—But where’s your brood, Starveling? Why don’t they support you?
Old Man:—My children died of hunger.
King Hunger:—Why did you not starve to death, as they?
Old Man:—I don’t know. I had a mind to live.
King Hunger:—Of what use is life to you, Starveling?
(Voices of Spectators.)