We must have assistance.
No delay! Make haste!
Unlock your coffers quickly.
People on the Street
(abasing themselves).
We are yours, body and soul.
(Dodon sits on his throne. Afron and the Boyars rush in, armed. Guidon runs in, buckling his sword belt. Dodon kisses each of his sons thrice. The sons, much cast down, go out with The Boyars. The noise of the departing army is heard; then all is silent.)
Voice of the Bird.
Cock-a-doodle-do!
Reign, taking your ease.
King Dodon
(yawning).