[He stands at the desk with a fixed look in his eyes. The voices of THE PUPILS are heard singing these words:

I was going the road one day—

O the brown and the yellow beer—

And I met with a man that was no right man:

O my dear, O my dear!

Enter PUPILS and the FOOL.

FOOL.

Leave me alone. Leave me alone. Who is that pulling at my bag? King’s son, do not pull at my bag.

A YOUNG MAN.

Did your friends the angels give you that bag? Why don’t they fill your bag for you?