AGMAR Let someone have seen it once in some rare document. Let it be spoken of in the market-place.
SLAG It shall be spoken of, Master. (Slag lingers. Enter thief and Thahn)
OOGNO This is our thief.
AGMAR (encouragingly) Ah, he is a quick thief.
THIEF I could only procure you three green raiments, Master. The city is not now well supplied with them; moreover it is a very suspicious city, and without shame for the baseness of its suspicions.
SLAG (to a beggar) This is not thieving.
THIEF I could do no more, Master. I have not practised thieving all my life.
AGMAR You have got something: it may serve our purpose. How long have you been thieving?
THIEF I stole first when I was ten.
SLAG When he was ten!
AGMAR We must tear them up and divide them amongst the seven. (to Thahn) Bring me another beggar.
SLAG When my Master was ten he had already had to slip by night out of two cities.
OOGNO (admiringly) Out of two cities!
SLAG (nodding his head) In his native city they do not now know what became of the golden cup
