Oh yes, thou fool!
Then in the ante-chamber next, there hangs
A picture of the King, whom God preserve!
She takes it from the wall, bears it about,
Calling it husband with endearing words,
And holds it to her breast.
[KING goes hastily toward the garden house.]
GARCERAN. Oh, mighty Sire!
ISAAC (stepping back).
Alas!
KING (standing on the steps, quietly).
That game is worth a nearer look.
What's more, 'twill soon be time for you to go;
You should not miss the favorable hour.
But you, old man, must come. For not alone,
Nor unobserved would I approach your children.
[Goes into the house.]
ISAAC. Was that the King? Oh, woe!
GARCERAN. Proceed within.