PEHR. What matter, once you're dead! But what shall you write about? I have never carried on any wars.
HISTORIAN. That is just what I wish to speak about. Your Highness only need turn to the Minister of War—
PEHR. Then he will arrange one; that is his occupation, and for that he is paid 20,000 shekels.
HISTORIAN. It is the people, Your Highness, who—
PEHR. Conduct the wars. The Minister of War makes them, while we sit at home and take the glory—the shame we never take.
[Enter Vizier.]
VIZIER. The bride is waiting.
PEHR. The bride! Who? Where? What does it mean?
VIZIER. Your Highness' consort.
PEHR. Lisa! She loves me still, despite all my faults? Conduct her hither. She shall bring the fresh air of the forest into these musty halls!