QUEEN. Now you must show the king that colts cannot belong to oxen, never have belonged to oxen, and never will belong to oxen.
NIX. I will go to him at once! I will tell him—
QUEEN. Not so fast! I said you must show the king. He would not let you tell him. No one ever dares to tell things to a king.
NIX. How can I show him?
QUEEN. You must think out the way. I cannot help you more.
NIX. I thank you, my Queen, I thank you.
QUEEN. The king comes out to walk soon.
NIX. I will return to show him.
[Nix bows to the Queen and goes. The KING and PRINCE come from the castle.]
QUEEN. 'Tis a pleasant day to walk, dear King.