Geneva casks to the devil.
Aldi. Thou counsel'st well, my Rigdum-Funnidos,
And reason seems to father thy advice.
But soft!—The king in pensive contemplation
Seems to resolve on some important doubt;
His soul, too copious for his earthly fabric,
Starts forth, spontaneous, in soliloquy,
And makes his tongue the midwife of his mind.
Let us retire, lest we disturb his solitude. [They retire.