Bal.I know not.
May I retire?
Arb.Stay.
Bel. (to Arb. aside).Hush! let him go his way.110
(Alternately to Bal.) Yes, Balea, thank the Monarch, kiss the hem
Of his imperial robe, and say, his slaves
Will take the crumbs he deigns to scatter from
His royal table at the hour—was't midnight?
Bal. It was: the place, the hall of Nimrod. Lords,
I humble me before you, and depart. [Exit Balea.