Queen:
O the King hears it too. The King will die. The great King will die. My child will be desolate for the King will die. Mourn, people of the jungle. Mourn, citizens of Thek. And thou, O Barbul-el-Sharnak, O metropolitan city, mourn thou in the midst of the nations, for the great King will die.
King Karnos:
No. No. No. [To oldest present.] Listen you. Do you not hear it?
The Oldest:
Yes, your Majesty.
King Karnos:
You see it is a real lute. That is no spirit playing.
Queen:
O but he is old; in a few days he will die; it is Gog-Owza, and the
King will die.