KANCHI. Look over there, Koshala, who are those coming this way?
A pantomime? Somebody is out masquerading as a King.

KOSHALA. The King of this place may tolerate all this
tomfoolery, but we won't.

AVANTI. He is perhaps some rural chief.

[Enter GUARDS on foot]

KANCHI. What country does your King come from?

FIRST SOLDIER. He is the King of this country. He is going to
command the festivities. [They go out.]

KOSHALA. What! The King of this country come out for the
festivities!

AVANTI. Indeed! We shall then have to return with a sight of
him only--leaving the delectable Queen unseen.

KANCHI. Do you really think that fellow spoke the truth?
Anybody can pass himself off as the King of this kingless
country. Can you not see that the man looks like a dressed-up
King--much too over-dressed?

AVANTI. But he looks handsome--his appearance is not without a
certain pleasing attractiveness.

KANCHI. He may be pleasing to your eye, but if you look at him