Dregs are better.
The beans are more to be believed in.
(The dispute becomes more violent. The King is in a state of indecision. At this moment the very old Astrologer appears on the stairway, in a white hat and blue garment with gold stars. Under his arms he carries an astrolabe and bag. All follow the movements of the Astrologer in silence, who, with the short steps of an old man, approaches The King and bows low before him.)
The Astrologer
(on his knees).
Hail, Majesty! Sire!
Thy father knew me of old,
But we have not met until now.
Urged by my duty as a subject,
And having heard that Dodon
Was losing sleep by reason of his cares,