3D PETIT. Keep it, but, pray, take my petition too.
ISAAC (busy with the ring).
I'll take them both in memory of you.
The King shall weigh the ring—I mean, of course,
Your words—although the flaw is evident—The
flaw that's in the stone—you understand.
Begone now, all of you! Have I no club?
Must I be bothered with this Christian pack?
[GARCERAN has meanwhile entered.]
GARCERAN. Good luck! I see you sitting in the reeds,
But find you're pitching high the pipes you cut.
ISAAC. The royal privacy's entrusted me;
The King's not here, he does not wish to be.
And who disturbs him—even you, my lord,
I must bid you begone! Those his commands.
GARCERAN. You sought a while ago to find a club;
And when you find it, bring it me. I think
Your back could use it better than your hand.
ISAAC. How you flare up! That is the way with Christians?
They're so direct of speech—but patient waiting,
And foresight, humble cleverness, they lack.
The King is pleased much to converse with me.
GARCERAN. When he is bored and flees his inner self,
E'en such a bore as you were less a bore.
ISAAC. He speaks to me of State and of finance.