Were dragged these dogs, that foul our feet?

LEADER OF THE DARK
O sisters, fly, we shall be hurt:

(The LEADER OF THE BEGGARS catches her.)

Leave go my ankle, son of dirt.

LEADER OF THE BEGGARS
Lady, if the dirt should gleam,
Feel, but do not show surprise:
Things that happen here would seem

(Rises to his feet, his rags drop off, and he shines in gold.)

Paradox in Paradise.

(The infirmities and rags of the whole BAND disappear as if by magic,
as they rise and shout in CHORUS.)

CHORUS
Paradox in Paradise

(RAFI raises his hand. ALL stand at attention.)

VOICES
Hush, the King speaks.
The King of the Beggars.
The King.