SECOND CITIZEN. Why not make him measure his length on the
ground?

GRANDFATHER. Why so much heat, my friends? The poor fellow is
going to have his own festive day by singing the ugliness of his
King. Go along, Virupaksha, you will find plenty of people ready
to believe you: may you be happy in their company.[Exeunt.]

[Re-enter the party of FOREIGNERS]

BHAVADATTA. It strikes me, Kaundilya, that these people haven't
got a King at all. They have somehow managed to keep the rumour
afloat.

KAUNDILYA. You are right, I think. We all know that the supreme
thing that strikes one's eye in any country is the King, who of
course loses no opportunity of exhibiting himself.

JANARDAN. But look at the nice order and regularity prevailing
all over the place--how do you explain it without a King?

BHAVADATTA. So this is the wisdom you have arrived at by living
so long under a ruler! Where would be the necessity of having a
King if order and harmony existed already?

JANARDAN. All these people have assembled to rejoice at this
festival. Do you think they could come together like this in a
country of anarchy?

BHAVADATTA. My dear Janardan, you are evading the real issue, as