KING. Ay, you are right.
Although a royal word protection is,
'Tis better that we give no cause to wrong.
ESTHER (fixing RACHEL's dress at the neck).
Thy dress is all disturbed and all awry.
KING. Take her at first to one of those kiosks
There scattered through the garden, and at eve—
GARCERAN. I hear, my liege!
KING. What was I saying? Oh! Are you not ready yet?
ESTHER. We are, my lord.
KING. At evening when the people all have gone,
Then lead her home and that will make an end.
GARCERAN. Come, lovely heathen!
KING. Heathen? Stuff and nonsense!