Gus. Your majesty shall have pie; but this unseemly haste ill befits a monarch.
Enter, Footman, C., with pie on plate.
O’Rourke. Ah! that’s a sight to gladden moy eyes, so it is. Bring the noble birrud here.
O’Rourke starts to leave throne; Footman kneels and presents pie; Gussie takes it from him and eats it to the consternation of O’Rourke.
Gus. (with mouth full of pie) Your majesty, it is one of the privileges of my exalted office to eat the King’s pie for him, doncherno?
(O’Rourke grows very angry; leaves the throne and comes down stage
O’Rourke. This is the last ton av coal that broke the camel’s back! Oi have let yez blow moy nose for me, scratch moy head for me and lead me around loike a poodle on the end of a shtring, but Oi will let no cigarette sign av yure soize eat moy poy for me sir! No sir! Not for Venice! Yez can take yer ould kingdom; it’s nawthin but an Oice-house anyway. Oi shall go back to Cork, get on the perlice force and eat a poy-factory ivery day if Oi want to. That’s phwat Oi’ll do.
Santa. (aside to Gussie) Gussie you’re a jewel of the first water. I congratulate you upon the success of your scheme.
O’Rourke. Kitty, will yez fly wid me?
Kitty. Unfortunately sir, I cannot fly, though I wish I could, for that seems to be the only way by which we can escape this icy prison.