The Cook.
[Waking slightly.] Left roast on spit—bread in oven—Slightly overdone—one hundred years!
The Butler.
[Very drowsy, taking an alarm clock from his pocket, and trying to set it.] Those lazy footmen—Set alarm—wake promptly—one hundred years!
The Governess.
[Almost asleep.] Have to go to work—learn new set of dates—important events—one hundred years!
The Queen.
[Waking slightly.] How the fashions will have changed—one hundred years!—New clothes—Shall have to order—entire new wardrobe! From Paris—one hundred—new hats!
The King.
[Slightly waking.] No, no! Same old styles—come back—into fashion again—every hundred years! [He settles himself comfortably, and is about to doze again when some sound without arrests his attention.] Hark! Hark!