ck?

RAKHAZ: [_Puffing and blowing._]
Ho! Naaman? Where have you been living? Naaman is a broken reed
whose claws have been cut. Build no hopes on that foundation, for
it will upset in the midst of the sea and leave you hanging in the air.

SABALLIDIN:
He clatters like a windmill. What would he say, Hazael?

HAZAEL:
Naaman can do nothing without the command of the King; and the King
fears to order the army to march without the approval of the gods.
The High Priest is against it. The House of Rimmon is for peace with
Asshur.

RAKHAZ:
Yes, and all the nobles are for peace. We are the men whose wisdom
lights the rudder that upholds the chariot of state. Would we be
rich if we were not wise? Do we not know better than the rabble what
medicine will silence this fire that threatens to drown us?

IZDUBHAR:
But if the Assyrians come, we shall all perish; they will despoil
us all.

HAZAEL:
Not us, my lord, only the common people. The envoys have offered
favourable terms to the priests, and the nobles, and the King. No
palace, no temple, shall be plundered. Only the shops, and the
markets, and the houses of the multitude shall be given up to the
Bull. He will eat his supper from the pot of lentils, not from
our golden plate.

RAKHAZ:
Yes, and all who speak for peace in the council shall be enriched;
our heads shall be crowned with seats of honour in the processions
of the Assyrian king. He needs wise counsellors to help him guide
the ship of empire onto the solid rock of prosperity. You must be
with us, my lords Izdubhar and Saballidin, and let the stars of
your wisdom roar loudly for peace.

IZDUBHAR:
He talks like a tablet read upside down,--a wild ass braying in the
wilderness. Yet there is policy in his words.

SABALLIDIN:
I know not. Can a kingdom live without a people or an army? If we
let the Bull in to sup on the lentils, will he not make his breakfast
in our vineyards?

[_Enter other courtiers, following SHUMAKIM, a crooked little jester,
in blue, green and red, a wreath of poppies around his neck and a
flagon in his hand. He walks unsteadily, and stutters in his speech._]

HAZAEL:
Here is Shumakim, the King's fool, with his legs full of last night's
wine.

SHUMAKIM: [_Balancing himself in front of them and chuckling._]
Wrong, my lords, very wrong! This is not last night's wine, but a
draught the King's physic