SECOND SENTRY
Will it happen to-night?
FIRST SENTRY
Come! we must march away. (Exeunt right)
[The stage grows increasingly darker. Reënter the Chamberlain from the right. He walks across the Stage and goes out to the left. Reënter Spies from the right. They cross the stage, which is now nearly dark.
BOY (enters from the right, dressed in white, his hands out a little, crying)
King's door, King's door, I want my little hoop. (He goes up to the King's door. When he sees the King's crown there, he utters a satisfied) O-oh! (He takes it up, puts it on the ground, and, beating it before him with the sceptre, goes out by the way that he entered)
[The great door opens; there is light within; a furtive Spy slips out and sees that the crown is gone. Another Spy slips out. Their crouching heads come close together.
FIRST SPY (hoarse whisper)
The gods have come!