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your plumes and streamers, and they all, with aching
heads, knit their brows, and say to one another,
‘That’s how our king likes his hunting! But why does
he reduce us to this extremity of distress? Fathers
and sons cannot see one another. Elder brothers and
younger brothers, wives and children, are separated
and scattered abroad.’ Their feeling thus is from no
other reason but that you do not allow the people to
have pleasure as well as yourself.

Now, Your Majesty is having music here.
The people hear the noise of your bells and drums,
and the notes of your fifes and pipes, and they all,
delighted, and with joyful looks, say to one another,
‘That sounds as if our king were free from all
sickness! If he were not, how could he enjoy this
music?’ Now, Your Majesty is hunting here. The
people hear the noise of your carriages and horses,
and see the beauty of your plumes and streamers,
and they all, delighted, and with joyful looks, say

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