(Agmar transfers the thick handle of his long staff to his left armpit, he droops on to it and it supports his weight, he is upright no longer. His right arm hangs limp and useless. He hobbles up to the citizens imploring alms.)
ILLANAUN I am sorry. I cannot help you. There have been too many beggars here, and we must decline alms for the good of the town.
AGMAR (sitting down and weeping) I have come from far. (Illanaun presently returns and gives Agmar a coin. Exit Illanaun. Agmar, erect again, walks back to the others.)
AGMAR We shall need fine raiment, let the thief start at once. Let it rather be green raiment.
BEGGAR I will go and fetch the thief. (Exit)
ULF We will dress ourselves as lords and impose upon the city.
OOGNO Yes, yes; we will say we are ambassadors from a far land.
ULF And there will be good eating.
SLAG (in an undertone to Ulf) But you do not know my Master. Now that you have suggested that we shall go as lords, he will make a better suggestion. He will suggest that we should go as kings.
ULF (incredulous) Beggars as kings!
SLAG Ay. You do not know my Master.
ULF (to Agmar) What do you bid us do?
