I see your weakness happily abates.
(_Catching sight of _GARCERAN.)
Ah, Garceran! Behold, she's but a child!
GARCERAN. A spoiled child, surely!
KING. Yes, they all are that.
It suits her well!
GARCERAN. According to one's tastes!
KING. See, Garceran! I feel how wrong I am;
And yet I know there needeth but a nod,
A simple word, to make it all dissolve—This
dream—into the nothing that it is.
And so I suffer it because I've need,
In this confusion which myself have caused.
How is the army?
GARCERAN. As you long have known,
The enemy is arming.
KING. So shall we.
A few days more, and I shall put away
This toying from me, and forevermore;
Then time and counsel shall be found again.
GARCERAN. Mayhap the counsel, but the time slips by!