THE GYPSY. Yes--you must go to her yourself.
THE KING. There's an idea. But what am I to do then?
THE GYPSY. Talk to her, make her your friend. Coax her secret out of
her, and you will find that she is some madcap actress from a
travelling company of mountebanks, who has done this thing in order to
have the story told by the gazetteers and bring people to look at her.
Get her to confess, and then let her story spread among the crowd--and
the whole uprising that is now taxing the resources of the palace guard
will dissolve in a burst of laughter.
THE KING. I will do it. If it is not a kingly duty, I shall at least
accomplish it in a kingly manner. Thank you, my friend. But what is
this?