Why, you scratch like a cat!
[HINZE laughs maliciously.]
KING.
But what's the trouble today, anyhow? Why is there no intelligent conversation carried on at the table? I do not enjoy a bite unless my mind has some nourishment too. Court scholar, did you perhaps fall on your head today?
LEANDER (eating).
May it please your majesty—
KING.
How far is the sun from the earth?
LEANDER.
Two million four hundred thousand and seventy-one-miles.