KING.
My friend Má[T.]Havya here has been disparaging the chase, till he has taken away all my relish for it.
GENERAL. [Aside to MÁ[T.]HAVYA.
Persevere in your opposition, my good fellow; I will sound the
King's real feelings, and humour him accordingly.
[Aloud.
The blockhead talks nonsense, and your Majesty in your own person furnishes the best proof of it. Observe, Sire, the advantage and pleasure the hunter derives from the chase.
MÁ[T.]HAVYA. [Angrily.
Away! tempter, away! The King has recovered his senses, and is himself again. As for you, you may, if you choose, wander about from forest to forest, till some old bear seizes you by the nose, and makes a mouthful of you.
KING.
My good General, as we are just now in the neighbourhood of a consecrated grove, your panegyric upon hunting is somewhat ill-timed, and I cannot assent to all you have said. For the present,