The army gone! Say, is there further ill?
Rooster. Allow me to present your tailors’ bill.
(Unfolds long roll of bill which runs out on the floor.)
G. K. It must be done. A plan I’ll now unfold,
To fill our empty purse once more with gold.
Stay! Are we quite secure?
(Business; each going on tip-toe to R. and L. entrances, listening and returning with exaggerated melodramatic action. Music, soft chords. Stacato.)
One word! I love!
(Loud chord, all start.)
Rooster. (Enquiringly.) Thou love’st?