(To the public.)
An obolus will serve, most honored sirs!
ALMA.
(To a spectator who puts his arm about her waist and attempts to kiss her.)
Oh, fie, good sir, you scarcely are polite!
Besides, I'm not a girl; pray keep your place!
THE SPECTATOR.
I never yet saw boyish hand so slim!
THE KING.
(To the public.)
An obolus is quite enough, good sirs!