[They search all over the room.]
King Bilbonzo (to Amenias). What is that on the floor?
Amenias (picking it up). A tuft of grass, Sire!
King Bilbonzo. This is infamous ribaldry.
Lepidus. It is very mysterious.
Homaris. Jugglers’ tricks! We have all been made fools of.
Footman (opening a door). Breakfast is served, your Majesty!
King Bilbonzo. Come, my lords,—search no further! It is not worth while. Follow me! [He retires with dignity.]
Hyacinthe (follows, improvising)—
Shall hate and envy dim its lustre—