COCOTTE [_at table Left_]. My darling Kangaroo. How liberal you are. I am sure I am your first love. YOUNG MAN. Yes--you are--that is if I don't count the cook who has been at our house for five years--yes, on my word of honor. [_He finishes in pantomime._] BEGGAR [_to Waiter_]: Yes, yes, one goes down. Life is a tight rope dance--before you look around you've lost your balance, and are lying in the dirt. WAITER [_laying aside the paper_]. You ought to go to work. That would do you more good than talking. BEGGAR. I've tried working too. But work for our kind is the surest way to remain poor. And, do you know, begging is no pleasure either. To get the money centime by centime and no rest from the police--well, well, if I'm born into this world again I will become a government official. [_A man passes. Enter lady from Left. Stops lady Center. Sings and holds out his hat._] The rich man in his banquet hall, Has everything I long for! The poor man gets the scraps that fall; That's what I sing this song for. Kind sir, have pity while you can-- [_Man exit Left._] Do you see? he doesn't give me anything! (Social enlightenment ends with the lower classes. That is where need is greatest and the police are thickest.) YOUNG MAN [_to the_ COCOTTE]. I would buy you a flying machine too, but you shouldn't fly alone in it--Ah, to soar with you a thousand meters above the earth--and far and wide nothing--only you and our love-- COCOTTE. What a wonderful boy you are. [_She flirts with the Artist._] BEGGAR. How often have I wanted to commit suicide. But why should I gratify my fellow man by doing that?--suicide is the one sin I can see nothing funny in. I always say to myself, so long as there's a jail one can never starve. WAITER. You have no dignity. BEGGAR. No. My dignity was taken away from me ten years ago by the law. But I'm not so sure I want it back. WAITER [_in disgust_]. I ought to call the cops and have them drive you away from here. BEGGAR [_confidentially_]. You wouldn't do that. Only yesterday I paid my colleagues 20 francs for this place. [_Searches in his pockets._] Here is a receipt. I won't go away from here unless the police carry me away in their arms. The police seem to be the only people who make a fuss over me these days. [_Laughs._] WAITER. Disgusting old beggar. Why on earth such people--[_The rest is lost in his teeth._] [_The Townsman, the Townswoman, and their child enter. The Townsman carries the child on his shoulder and is perspiring from the exertion._] [_Waiter X to Right of Table. Beggar goes up stage Center._] TOWNSWOMAN [_center Left with boy; sighs_]. That is all I have to say, just let me come to that. Just let me come to it. On the spot I'll get a divorce. TOWNSMAN [_following her_]. Give me your word of honor on it. TOWNSMAN. Now I know what they mean when they say that all men were polygamists.