First Hunter. That we will, right gladly.
Queen. And come yourselves.
Both Hunters. Thanks, Queen. We will. [Exeunt.]
Queen. Now if only Maid Marian could be found.
Enter Messenger with Clerk of the Winds and Showers.
Clerk of the Winds and Showers (dropping on one knee). Your Majesty, thanks for your courtesy. It gives me much pleasure to attend your May-day festival.
Queen. Gracious sir, thou honorest us by coming. What is the outlook for the weather?
Clerk of the Winds and Showers. Madam, there is a disturbance in the Barbadoes travelling slowly northward. The storm over the lakes is concentrating its energy along the fiftieth parallel of latitude. It will reach Hudson Bay to-morrow evening. Stationary temperature prevails in the Gulf, cloudy to partly cloudy weather, with high barometer, on the Pacific coast.
Queen. Sir Philosopher, do you make out a pleasant afternoon?
Philosopher. Nay, ask me no weather questions. They are riddles which no man can make out.