King: Ah, don't be talking about it. Maybe
it never might come to pass.
Dall Glic: It will come to pass, if there is truth
in the clouds of sky.
King: It will not be for a year, anyway. There'll
be many an ebbing and flowing of the tide within
a year.
Queen: What at all are you talking about?
King: Ah, where's the use of talking too
much.
Queen: Making riddles you are, and striving
to keep the meaning from your comrade, that is
myself.
King: It's best not be thinking about the thing
you would not wish, and maybe it might never
come around at all. To strive to forget a threat
yourself, it might maybe be forgotten by the
universe.
Queen: Is it true something was threatened?
King: How would I know is anything true,
and the world so full of lies as it is?
Nurse: That is so. He might have been wrong
in his foretelling. What is he in the finish but an
old prophecy?