SCENE III.
Enter Dagonet the King’s fool.
Dagonet. Meseems this King is like an April week.
But yestermorn he was all smiles and sun,
And now he skulks and prowls and scowls and mopes,
As though existence were all a draggled pond
In dirty weather.
Enter Vivien.
Vivien. And thou fool, but a wry toad on its edge.