Prince.—God punishes them for voting for such a man (he points to
Jozwowicz) as that one.
Doctor (bows).—They have not elected me yet.
Stella.—Papa.
Prince.—What did I want to say? Aha! Pretwic!
George.—I listen to you, my prince.
Prince.—You said that they were starving?
George.—I said—almost.
Prince.—Very well, then. Go to my cashier, Horkiewicz, and tell him to give that rabble a thousand florins. (He raps with the stick.) They must know that I will not permit any one to be hungry.
Stella—Dear father!
Drahomir.—I knew it would end that way.