GROOM.
Your majesty, a strange man is outside and begs to be admitted before your majesty.
KING (sobbing).
Who is it?
GROOM.
I beg pardon, my king, for not being able to answer this question. Judging by his long white beard, one should say he is an old man, and his face completely covered with hair should almost confirm one in this opinion, but then again he has such bright, youthful eyes, such a smooth, flexible back, that one cannot understand him. He appears to be a wealthy man; for he is wearing a pair of fine boots and as far as I can infer from his exterior he seems to be a hunter.
KING.
Bring him in; I am curious to see him.
[Groom goes and returns directly with HINZE.]