Philosopher. Madam, a true philosopher finds riddles everywhere, but the answers are harder to get.
Queen. Then thou knowest them not. Fie! a child can ask questions.
Philosopher. And a fool can answer them. What would your Majesty for a riddle? A play upon words or a silly question? Nay, then, ask not me for riddles.
[A distant horn is heard.]
Queen. Who comes hither? If friends, Sir Philosopher, we will proffer our hospitality. If foes, why, then, we would best retreat. (Enter two Hunters.) Good-day, sirs. Come ye to grace our May-day festival, or do ye come to disturb our holiday?
First Hunter. Fair Queen, we had forgot that 'tis the first of May. We were bent on duty stern. But far be it from us to mar the pleasure of the Queen of May.
Second Hunter. We marvel that she seems to celebrate in a lone fashion, saving only this old man to attend her.
Philosopher. Old man, sayest thou?
Second Hunter. Old, I said. Thou art not toothless nor blind, but wise, if I mistake not; and how canst thou be wise and not old?
Philosopher. I take no offence. But, sir, I dare say thee now, thou art older than I.