Forgery? Forgery! Where did you see it? In whose hands?
Monsen.
That I won’t tell you.
The Chamberlain.
Ha-ha! We shall soon find that out.[out.]
Monsen.
Listen to me——!
The Chamberlain.
Silence! It has come to this then! Forgery. They must mix me up in their abominations! No wonder, then, that people bracket me with the rest of you. But it is my turn now!
Monsen.