Guardian: Don't pretend you don't know it.
5th Wrenboy: I do know it. I know an owl
that sits in the cleft of the hollow sycamore and
eats its fill of mice, till it can hardly put a stir
out of itself.
Guardian: I do wish you would stop talking
nonsense.
1st Wrenboy: It is not, but sense. It devoured
ere yesterday a whole fleet of young rats.
2nd Wrenboy: It's as wise as King Solomon.
Guardian: Gillie was right. There is surely
something gone wrong in their heads.
2nd Wrenboy: Go out yourself and you'll see are
we wrong in the head! Inside in the old sycamore
he is sitting through the daylight.
1st Dowager Messenger: There is something gone
wrong in somebody's head.
2nd Dowager Messenger: (Tapping her forehead.)
The poor Guardian; he is too long past his youth.
It is well we came to look how things were going
before it is too late.
1st Dowager Messenger: Ask them to say something
they do know.