Let us be on our way at once!
(Out of the tent there come in an endless file, every time moving apart the flaps of the tent, the slaves of The Queen, carrying looking-glasses, fans, coffers of precious things, pitchers, carpets, etc. They array The Queen. The army also get ready to move.)
King Dodon.
Ho! A horse!
A golden chariot
To carry the Queen!
Queen of Shemakhan
(standing beside Dodon).
I am ready. Ha, ha!
(To her slaves.)
Sing the praises of the Bridegroom.