The King My nerves are not what they should be. Is there any water near here?
Falbe (pointing, in astonishment). Why, there is the fountain, Sir!
The King. Of course! Of course!—I don't seem able to collect my thoughts. And my mouth is as dry as—. Look here, I am going that way (points); and then you can—you can bring the ladies here.—She is here! She is here! (Goes out to the left, and turns round as he goes.) Don't forget to lock the gates of the inner park!
Falbe. Of course not, Sir. (Goes out to the right, and returns bringing in the BARONESS MARC and CLARA.) His Majesty will be here in a moment. (Goes out to the right.)
Clara. You must stay near enough for me to be able to call you.
Baroness. Of course, my dear. Compose yourself; nothing can happen.
Clara. I am so frightened.
Baroness. Here is the King! (The KING comes in and bows to them.)
The King. Excuse me, ladies, for having kept you waiting. I am very grateful to you both for coming.
Baroness. We only came upon your Majesty's solemn promise—