No, no, Majesty. Not from the stars, not from the stars. Some man has done it. Yet the thing should be interpreted. Shall I send for the prophets of the stars?
[The King beckons to his Spies. They run up to him.
KING
Find me some prophet of the stars. (Exeunt Spies) I fear that we may go no more, my chamberlain, along the winding ways of unequalled Zericon, nor play dahoori with the golden balls. I have thought more of my people than of the stars and more of Zericon than of windy Heaven.
CHAMBERLAIN
Believe me, Majesty, some idle man has written it and passed by. Your spies shall find him, and then his name will be soon forgotten.
KING
Yes, yes. Perhaps you are right, though the sentries saw no one. No doubt some beggar did it.
CHAMBERLAIN
Yes, Majesty, some beggar has surely done it. But look, here come two prophets of the stars. They shall tell us that this is idle.