The Chancellor.
[Dropping the spindle.] No precedent.... I don’t recall any precedent! [Yawning, he staggers over to the statute books and tries to turn over the leaves of these.]
The King.
[Chafing a hand of the sleeping girl.] But, my child—surely she is not dead? [All echo, “Not dead?”]
The Queen.
[Kissing Moss-Rose.] No, no! Only sleeping!
All.
Ah, only sleeping!
The Chancellor.