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[Voices off L. "Ho-Yo! Ho-Yay!"]

Chamberlain:
It is only some camel-driver going into the desert.
How glad his voices sounds.

Zabra:
The Siroc will swallow him.

Chamberlain:
What -- if it WERE the King!

Zabra:
Why, if it were the King we should starve for a year.



CURTAIN.



Act II

[The same scene.]

[One year has elapsed.]

[The King, wrapped in a camel-driver's cloak, sits by
Eznarza, a gypsy of the desert.]

King:
Now I have known the desert and dwelt in the tents of
the Arabs.

Eznarza:
There is no land like the desert and like the Arabs no
people.

King:
It is all over and done; I return to the walls of my
fathers.

Eznarza:
Time cannot put it away; I go back to the desert that
nursed me.

King:
Did you think in those days on the sands, or among the
tents in the mornings, that my year would ever end, and
I be brought away by strength of my word to the