_Nurse_: Ah, sure in those countries they are
without religion or belief.

_Queen_: Is it that there was a prophecy?

_King_: Don't mind it. What are prophecies?
Don't we hear them every day of the week? And
if one comes true there may be seven blind and
come to nothing.

_Queen: (To Dall Glic_). I must get to the root
of this, and the handle. Who, now, is Fintan?

_Dall Glic:_ He is an astrologer, and understanding
the nature of the stars.

_Nurse:_ He wore out in his lifetime three eagles
and three palm trees and three earthen dykes.
It is down in a cleft of the rocks beyond he has
his dwelling presently, the way he can be watching
the stars through the daytime.

_Dall Glic:_ He prophesied in a prophecy, and
it is written in clean letters in the King's yew-tree
box.

_King:_ It is best to keep it out of sight. It
being to be, it will be; and, if not, where's the
use troubling our mind?