KING.
How's that, fool?
JACKPUD.
Such sublimities of numbers give no food for thought; one cannot think, for of course the highest number always finally becomes the smallest again. Why, you just have to think of all the numbers possible. I can never count beyond five here.
KING.
But say, there's some truth in that. Scholar, how many numbers are there, anyhow?
LEANDER.
An infinite number.
KING.
Just tell me quickly the highest number.