KING. Those who have the command of motives, and know their power, have also the command of all that the arts, or what is called a genius for the arts, can produce. The human mind and human ingenuity are much the same in Italy, England, and Prussia. Then why should not we have a Prussian as well as a Wedgewood or a Barbarini vase? We shall see. I do not understand mon metier de roi, if I can not call forth talents where I know them to exist. (To KARL.) And so the count denounced me for a tyrant, did he, Karl?
KARL.
He did, Your Majesty.
KING.
He's a mere stripling; and I permit boys and fools to speak of me as they list. But
I am no tyrant, Karl! He might have spared me that. (Musingly.) Tyrant!—
KARL (aside.)
It rankles deeply.
KING (recovering from his meditation.) Youth and inexperience—to say nothing of love—pshaw!—which is the root of all folly—shall be his apology this time: but let him beware how he offends again—
KARL (aside.)
It moves him as I intended.
KING.
No, I am no tyrant. I should not be branded with such a title!
KARL (startled.)
Branded, Your Majesty?
KING. What has happened, Karl? You are as pale as ashes! What mystery is here? I am to be trusted.
KARL.
Your Majesty was ever kind; and if I might—