Unnecessary, Prince. I shall still hope to meet you in the Kingdom of Heaven. I trust you will be there, too?
Gentleman
[With disgust]: How you did succeed! You have so much of the clown in you!
He
I am He Who is Getting Slapped. Good-bye, Prince. [They take another step.]
Gentleman
[Looking HE in the eyes; in a very low voice]: Tell me, you are not mad?
He
[Just at low, his eyes wide open]: I am afraid, I am afraid you are right, Prince. [Still low] Ass! Never in your life did you use such a precise expression. I am mad!
[Playing the clown again, he shows him to the stair, with a big, affected gesture, a sweep of the hand and arm from his head to the floor, the fingers moving, to represent the steps.]