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THE SERVANT. His lungs are fattened with hunger. Of a truth they are quite strong.
THE KING. Well, propose a remedy to weaken them.
THE SERVANT. A remedy, O king?
(_He stops fanning._)
THE KING. That is what I said. A remedy--and do not stop fanning me. I am exceedingly warm.
THE SERVANT (_fanning vigorously_). A crust of bread, O king, dropped from yonder window--forsooth that might prove a remedy.
THE KING (_angrily_). I have said I will not give him a crust of bread. If I gave him a crust to-day he would be just as hungry again to-morrow, and my troubles would be as great as before.
THE SERVANT. That is true, O king. Thy mind is surely filled with great learning.
THE KING. Therefore, some other remedy must be found.
THE SERVANT. O king, the words of thy ill.u.s.trious mouth are as very meat-b.a.l.l.s of wisdom.
THE KING (_musing_). Now let me consider. Thou sayest he does not suffer pain--
THE SERVANT. Therefore he cannot be tortured.
THE KING. And he will not die--
THE SERVANT. Therefore it is useless to kill him.
THE KING. Now let me consider. I must think of some other way.
THE SERVANT. Perhaps a small crust of bread, O king--
THE KING. Ha! I have it. I have it. I myself will order him to stop.
THE SERVANT (_horrified_). O king!
THE KING. Send the beggar here.
THE SERVANT. O king!
THE KING. Ha! I rather fancy the fellow will stop his noise when the king commands him to. Ha, ha, ha!
THE SERVANT. O king, thou wilt not have a beggar brought into thy royal chamber!
THE KING (_pleased with his idea_). Yea. Go outside and tell this fellow that the king desires his presence.
THE SERVANT. O great and ill.u.s.trious king, thou wilt surely not do this thing. Thou wilt surely not soil thy royal eyes by looking on such a filthy creature. Thou wilt surely not contaminate thy lips by speaking to a common beggar who cries aloud in the streets for bread.
THE KING. My ears have been soiled too much already. Therefore go now and do as I have commanded thee.
THE SERVANT. O great and ill.u.s.trious king, thou wilt surely not--
THE KING (_roaring at him_). I said, Go! (THE SERVANT, _abashed, goes out._) Forsooth, I fancy the fellow will stop his bawling when I order him to. Forsooth, I fancy he will be pretty well frightened when he hears that the king desires his presence. Ha, ha, ha, ha!
THE SERVANT (_returning_). O king, here is the beggar.
(_A shambling creature hung in filthy rags follows_ THE SERVANT _slowly into the royal chamber._)
THE KING. Ha! A magnificent sight, to be sure. Art thou the beggar who has been crying aloud in the streets for bread?
THE BEGGAR (_in a faint voice, after a slight pause_). Art thou the king?
THE KING. I am the king.
THE SERVANT (_aside to_ THE BEGGAR). It is not proper for a beggar to ask a question of a king. Speak only as thou art spoken to.
THE KING (_to_ THE SERVANT). Do thou likewise. (_To_ THE BEGGAR) I have ordered thee here to speak to thee concerning a very grave matter. Thou art the beggar, I understand, who often cries aloud in the streets for bread. Now, the complaint of thy voice annoys me greatly. Therefore, do not beg any more.
THE BEGGAR (_faintly_). I--I do not understand.
THE KING. I said, do not beg any more.
THE BEGGAR. I--I do not understand.
THE SERVANT (_aside to_ THE BEGGAR). The king has commanded thee not to beg for bread any more. The noise of thy voice is as garbage in his ears.
THE KING (_to_ THE SERVANT). Ha! An excellent flower of speech. Pin it in thy b.u.t.tonhole. (_To_ THE BEGGAR) Thine ears, I see, are in need of a bath even more than thy body. I said, _Do not beg any more._
THE BEGGAR. I--I do not understand.
THE KING (_making a trumpet of his hands and shouting_). _DO NOT BEG ANY MORE._
THE BEGGAR. I--I do not understand.
THE KING. Heavens! He is deafer than a stone wall.
THE SERVANT. O king, he cannot be deaf, for he understood me quite easily when I spoke to him in the street.
THE KING (_to_ THE BEGGAR). Art thou deaf? Canst thou hear what I am saying to thee now?
THE BEGGAR. Alas! I can hear every word perfectly.
THE KING. Fft! The impudence. Thy tongue shall be cut out for this.
THE SERVANT. O king, to cut out his tongue is useless, for he will grow another.
THE KING. No matter. It shall be cut out anyway. (_To_ THE BEGGAR) I have ordered thee not to beg any more in the streets. What meanest thou by saying thou dost not understand?
THE BEGGAR. The words of thy mouth I can hear perfectly. But their noise is only a foolish tinkling in my ears.
