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Rh. He’s pointing at the moon That’s coming out up yonder, and he calls it Leprous, because the daylight whitens it.

. He’s holding up his hand above them all— King, noblemen, princesses—blessing all. Who could imagine he’d have so much patience?

[clutching the other ]. Come out of this!

[pointing to food]. If you don’t need it, sir, May we not carry some of it away?

[They cross towards food and pass in front of. . Who’s speaking? Who are you?

. Come out of this!

. Have pity on us, that must beg our bread From table to table throughout the entire world, And yet be hungry.

. But why were you born crooked? What bad poet did your mothers listen to That you were born so crooked?

. Come away! Maybe he’s cursed the food, and it might kill us.