Ah, the stupid bit of wood! (He hurls down the throne.) At least it should be of use for something!... So now lean against it!
Balthilda.
Beloved, doest thou justly?
Teja (surprised).
Nay! (He sets the throne up again, leads her to her former place, and places her head against the seat.) There indeed thou art well seated--yea!... And we trespass not against this trash. If the Bishop had seen that--he, ha, ha, ha! Wait, I will eat again!
Balthilda.
There, take!
Teja.
Still--remain quite still! I shall fetch it for myself. (He kneels upon the podium beside her.) Now I am quite upon my knees before thee.... What is there that we do not learn!... Thou art beautiful!... I never knew my mother!
Balthilda.