That we are dead and you’ve succeeded us.
In short, suppose whatever state of things
Would offer you the greatest happiness;
Gama. (to Hilarion). You run a risk, my friend; so take good heed,
For no one knows her temper but myself:
(to King) Since her betrothal, king, until the day
When she abjured all male society,
I was the only man she ever saw!
Hilar. Oh, that explains the mystery at once,
And simplifies our task—come, Florian,