JORGHEN. Pooh!—Is there anything else I can do for you?
AGDA. Yes, secretary, if you would write to Luebeck and ask Jacob....
JORGHEN. I have not much use for love-affairs, but I'll write, nevertheless, provided we find that he really has gone away.
AGDA. [Tries to kiss his hand, which he pulls away] Thank you!
JORGHEN. What are you doing, woman? I am no bishop!—But hush! Here comes illustrious company. So I think I'll sneak off!
The stage has grown darker in the meantime.
AGDA. Please, secretary, don't forget me now!
JORGHEN. So you don't trust me? Well, there is not much to trust in! [He goes out to the left.
The KING enters, wearing his big blue cloak and his soft black hat. He is using his boarspear as a staff.
PRINCE JOHAN is with him, dressed very simply, as if to avoid recognition.
KING. [Looking about] Do you think we have been recognised?