[He goes in. During this scene outside, the drowsy King has been flirting with Maguelonne. She jumps off his knee as Saltabadil enters. Triboulet departs.
Saltabadil: What a wild night! The rain is pouring down
In torrents.
The King (sleepily): You must find me a bed.
Maguelonne (in a fierce whisper): Go! Go!
The King: What? And be drowned? You are unkind, my sweet.
Saltabadil (Whispering to his sister):
Keep him here. We have twenty golden crowns
To earn to-night. (To King François) Sir, you can have my room.
The King: Ah, you are kinder than your sister is!
Show me the bed.
[Saltabadil takes the lamp and leads him upstairs.
Saltabadil: This way.