[MeshBox-Dev] . ALEEL.

[Nordman O. <er...@cc...>]

Gers, and hedgehogs seem to have died of drought, And there
was scarce a wind in the parched leaves. TEIG. Then you
have brought no dinner. SHEMUS. After that I sat among the beggars
at the cross-roads, And held a hollow hand among the others. MARY.
What, did you beg? SHEMUS.

I had no chance to beg, For when the beggars
saw me they cried out They would not have another share their alms,
And hunted me away with sticks and stones. TEIG. You said that you
would bring us food or money. SHEMUS. What's in the house? TEIG. A
bit of mouldy bread. MARY. There's
flour enough to make another loaf. TEIG. And when that's
gone? MARY. There is the hen in the coop. SHEMUS. My curse upon the
beggars, my Curse upon them! TEIG. And the last penny gone. SHEMUS.
When the hen's gone, What can we do but live on sorrel and dock) And
dandelion, till our mouths are green? MARY. God, that to this hour's
found bit and
sup, Will cater for us still. SHEMUS. His kitchen's bare. There were
five doors that I looked through this
day And saw the dead and not a soul to wake them. MARY. Maybe He'd
have us die because He knows, When the ear is stopped
and when the
eye is stopped, That every wicked sight is hid from the eye, And all

fool talk from the ear. SHEMUS. Who's passing there? And mocking us
with music? (A stringed instrument without.) TEIG. A young man plays
it,
There's an old woman and a lady with him. SHEMUS. What is the trouble
of the poor to her? Nothing at all or a harsh radishy

sauce For

the day's meat. MARY. God's pity on the rich, Had we been through as
many doors, and seen The dishes standing on the polished wood In the
wax candle light, we'd be as hard,

And there's the needle's eye at the end of all. SHEMUS. My curse upon
the rich.