Nailed like dead vermin to the doors of God.

FIRST MERCHANT.

You shall be ours. This famine shall not cease.

You shall eat grass, and dock, and dandelion,

And fail till this stone threshold seem a wall,

And when your hands can scarcely drag your body

We shall be near you.

[To SECOND MERCHANT.

Bring the meal out.

[The SECOND MERCHANT brings the bag of meal from the pantry.