To-night I'll get my men together.
(Pause.)
We will take them by surprise—at daybreak.
[Enter the GOODWIFE; she rushes to the fire.]
GOOD WIFE (looking at cakes). Burnt to cinders! Not one of them fit to eat!
KING. I am sorry—I—
GOOD WIFE (interrupting). Oh, you good-for-nothing! I would like to beat you!
KING. What can I do to make it right?
GOODWIFE (taking up a stick). You'll mix more dough! More dough! Do you hear?
KING. I'll be glad to do it, Madam!