FIRST MAN. We do not understand you.

MYRRHINA. What does he do, the beautiful young hermit? Does he sow
or reap? Does he plant a garden or catch fish in a net? Does he
weave linen on a loom? Does he set his hand to the wooden plough
and walk behind the oxen?

SECOND MAN. He being a very holy man does nothing. We are common
men and of no account. We toll all day long in the sun. Sometimes
the ground is very hard.

MYRRHINA. Do the birds of the air feed him? Do the jackals share
their booty with him?

FIRST MAN. Every evening we bring him food. We do not think that
the birds of the air feed him.

MYRRHINA. Why do ye feed him? What profit have ye in so doing?

SECOND MAN. He is a very holy man. One of the gods whom he has
offended has made him mad. We think he has offended the moon.

MYRRHINA. Go and tell him that one who has come from Alexandria
desires to speak with him.

FIRST MAN. We dare not tell him. This hour he is praying to his
God. We pray thee to pardon us for not doing thy bidding.

MYRRHINA. Are ye afraid, of him?