Ximenung: What is the purpose, Moomoomon?
Moomoomon: I know not. I was content. I troubled not to remember.
Zoon: It was love.
Ximenung: Let us love.
Others: Aye.
Huz: Aye, that is best of all.
Meliflor: No, Princes. The best is idleness. Out of the idle hours all good things come.
Huz: I will love. That is best.
Meliflor: It is like all things, the gift of the idle hours. The workers never love. Their fancies are fastened to the work they do, and do not roam towards love.
All: Love! Let us love.