Then we wake and dream no more. [Exit.
[The King evinces strong emotions during the song, and at the conclusion starts up.
Fusbos. What ails my liege? ah! why that look so sad?
King [coming forward.] I am in love! I scorch, I freeze, I'm mad!
Oh, tell me, Fusbos, first and best of friends,
You, who have wisdom at your fingers' ends,
Shall it be so, or shall it not be so?
Shall I my Griskinissa's charms forego,
Compel her to give up the regal chair,