These days are bad for beggary . Alas for them ! A miserly heart must be a sore affliction . They have been thus for many months . What thing has befallen them ? It has indeed been sultry . If they awake not soon and make this city worthy again of our order I for one shall forsake the calling and buy a shop and sit at ease in the shade and barter for gain . Yes , master , a poor beggar . Since the building of the first city , master . Why , he has never done so . Times are bad for the calling here . The city is unworthy of our calling . The gods are drowsy and all that is divine in man is dead .Are not the gods drowsy ? I perceive that he is some lord in disguise . The gods have woken and have sent him to save us . I but spoke hastily , the times being bad . Yes , yes ; we will say we are ambassadors from a far land . Yes , all men indeed are beggars before the gods . This is our thief . Out of two cities ? Yes , yes , we shall look fine . Not cover our rags ? He is a beggar . Ah ! Now we have come into our own . But , master , shall we not have Woldery wine ? Do they believe us , master ? Is this indeed a man ? Ah , the fruits and tender lamb ! When they questioned him concerning the gods and Man ! How far away is hunger ! Ho , ho , ho ! To see them pray to us . We were the pride of our calling . We are lost ! We are lost ! He has taken us into a trap . We are lost ! We are saved now . Never had beggars such a time . A fear ? Why , we are saved . What was your dream ? Ah ! It is sunset already . There will be good eating . There will be fruits in the baskets . And how little wine ! What heavy boots they have ; they sound like feet of stone . The Gods of the Mountain !