MASTER OF CEREMONIES. They are soloists, all of them, and formerly each one of them wanted to make himself heard above the rest, and so they have to use moderation now.
OLD LADY. But I asked why the seven sisters over there are not dancing. Couldn't you, as master of ceremonies, make them do so?
MASTER OF CEREMONIES. I don't think it would be of any use trying, for they are obstinate as sin—But please assume your throne, my Queen. We are going to perform a little play in honour of the occasion——
OLD LADY. Oh, what fun! But I want the prince to ... escort me——
PRINCE. [To the MASTER OF CEREMONIES] Have I got to do it?
OLD LADY. You ought to be ashamed of yourself—you with your hunch!
PRINCE. [Spits in her face] Hold your tongue, you cursed old hag!
OLD LADY. [Cuffs him on the ear] That'll teach you!
PRINCE. [Jumps at her and knocks her down] And that's, for you!
All the rest cover their faces with their hands.