Emperor:
Nein! Nein! Unhand me, wenches!
My place is in the trenches.
Enter High Officer.
High Officer: Looks about him cautiously.
’Tis an ill wind they say
That profits nobody,
And this Imperial sneeze
May bring us victories,
With Him in bed there’ll be
Some chance for strategy.
If on the other hand——
Emperor: Heard off stage
What ho! My horse!
The Emperor enters
High Officer: Anxiously