The King. I know. The fault is mine alone.
Flink. The fault is that of others—my so-called friends.
The King (earnestly). By no means! It is mine—mine alone. I have had a scolding for it!—And in your presence I ask my friends' pardon; I have put them in a false position. And, in the next place, I ask for your forgiveness. My sense of humour got the better of me. (Laughs again.)
Flink. Yes, it was extremely amusing.
The King. It really was! And, after all, what have you to complain of? You had an opportunity of speaking your mind, any way!
Flink. I certainly did!
The King. Very well, then!—And when you wanted to show any respect, I prevented you. So I think we are quits.
Flink. No, we are not.
The King (impatiently). Indeed?—What do you want from me, then?
Flink (proudly). Nothing!