Your Majesty is adding the accomplishment of a poet to the genius of a sovereign.
Queen [shivering]
No, I would not like to be a poet. They are always dying of ennui or madness. But, Phedro, to the point.
Phedro [suddenly]
Majesty, some mountebanks arrived at the park lodge last night. They crave to play before your Majesty.
Queen [coming out of a reverie]
Are they dancers, or do they act plays?
Phedro
Their performance I understand is peculiar. One of them is blind, the other is deformed in some way. With them is a doctor of philosophy, one who heals the scars of flesh or heart with powders or words befitting the case.
Queen [wanly]