A Young Man. Did your friends the angels give you that bag? Why don't they fill your bag for you?
Fool. Give me pennies! Give me some pennies!
A Young M. What do you want pennies for?—that great bag at your waist is heavy.
Fool. I want to buy bacon in the shops, and nuts in the market, and strong drink for the time when the sun is weak, and snares to catch rabbits and the squirrels that steal the nuts, and hares, and a great pot to cook them in.
A Young M. Why don't your friends tell you where buried treasures are? Why don't they make you dream about treasures? If one dreams three times there is always treasure.
Fool [holding out his hat]. Give me pennies! Give me pennies!
[They throw pennies into his hat. He is standing close to the door, that he may hold out his hat to each newcomer.]
A Young M. Master, will you have Teigue the Fool for a scholar?
Another Young M. Teigue, will you give us your pennies if we teach you lessons? No, he goes to school for nothing on the mountains. Tell us what you learn on the mountains, Teigue.
Wise M. Be silent all! [He has been standing silent, looking away.] Stand still in your places, for there is something I would have you tell me.