As if it were my own!
The Astrologer.
Gifts to the wise are not flattering;
Power—Riches—High Rank—
Create only enmity.
But love is dear to me!
(The Astrologer bows to the earth and goes towards the entrance.)
Voice of the Bird
(from the spire).
Cock-a-doodle-do!
Reign, and take your ease!