KING.
Well, for that terrible and enormous offence, it becomes my solemn duty to make an
example of so abominable a culprit and to punish him in a must exemplary manner.
Therefore—
BURGOMASTER.
Yes, Your Majesty—
KING.
Send him to the Castle of Spandau, to be imprisoned—
BURGOMASTER.
Your Majesty—
KING.
For at least—
BURGOMASTER.
Sire—
KING. Half an hour (PEASANTRY laugh;)—and afterward he is at liberty to go to the devil his own way; and the right worshipful the common council may go with him, if they like!
(Exit BURGOMASTER. As he goes out, shrugging his shoulders, all the PEASANTRY laugh, until checked by a look from the KING, who crosses the stage to the Grenadiers, and addresses the CORPORAL, who has his watch-riband suspended.)
KING.
Corporal! (He advances and recovers arms.)
CORPORAL.
Your Majesty!