The King. Probably they want to get on comfortably too.
Bang. Aren't they well off as it is, the beasts? Excuse me, your Majesty, for losing my temper in your Majesty's presence.
The King. Don't mention it.
Bang. You are very good. These strikes, too—what is the object of them? To make every one poor? Every one can't be rich. However, I pin my faith to a strong monarchy. Your Majesty is the padlock on my cash-box!
The King. I am what?
Bang. The padlock on my cash-box! A figure of speech I ventured to apply to your Majesty.
The King. I am much obliged!
Bang. Heaven help us if the liberals come into power; their aim is to weaken the monarchy.
(A BEGGAR BOY comes up to them.)
Beggar Boy. Please, kind gentlemen, spare a penny! I've had nothing to eat to-day!