’Tis a pity our fortune-teller is dead.
She would have unravelled the question
By means of beans.…
Second Boyar.
Beans? We had—it’s a pity ’twas some time ago—
A better witch. She divined by dregs.
Guidon.
There was also one who knew
How to foretell things by the stars.
Chorus of Boyars.