THE GYPSY. Leave that to me. (He takes his position behind the curtains.) Such news as he has never heard, I shall recite to the King!
THE MAID. Ssh! Here he comes now!
The King enters, in his dressing gown, yawning, with his hand over his mouth. In the midst of his yawn, he speaks.
THE KING. Goo' mo'ing!
THE MAID. (bowing) Good morning, your majesty!
THE KING. (glancing out at the morning sky) Looks like a nice day today. (He sits down.)
THE GYPSY. (from slightly behind the King's seat) Not a cloud in your majesty's sky!
THE KING. (twisting about to look at him) And who the devil are you?
THE GYPSY. (coming around in front and bowing) I am the Gazetteer.
THE KING. (sputtering) What are you trying to palm off on me? You are not my Gazetteer! My Gazetteer is decently dressed in black and white. You come here in red and yellow. What does it mean?