Pritoria: Mine father and King, what purpose brings you hither at this advanced hour?
Gregori: Need and determined desire propel me to your presence fair Pritoria. Hide yourself not from mine ravening eyes.
Pritoria: Again addled by wine and blinded by ill placed lust be you. I beg of thee, leave hold my blanket and command your unstable limbs to seek the King's bed.
Gregori: I shall suffer not more insult from thee! I would have this covering gone!