SIGNORA FANTASTICI:
So you'll be judge twice as long on my stage than on yours.
COMMISSIONER:
Will I be able to wear the same robe?
SIGNORA FANTASTICI:
The same.
COMMISSIONER:
And they'll obey me?
SIGNORA FANTASTICI:
Better than you've obeyed me.
COMMISSIONER:
And will there be riots?
SIGNORA FANTASTICI:
With four lines of blank verse you will calm them.
COMMISSIONER: Four lines of b-blank verse! Will that imperil the life of an honest man?
SIGNORA FANTASTICI:
Not at all. Not even that of a bad poet.
COMMISSIONER: Why this is a charming idea! Judge, twice a week. A beautiful gown, power and no danger. Signora, I am yours.