COMEDIAN. [After throwing away the empty flask, lies down on the grass.] Well roared, lion, but you forgot to hide your jack-ass's ears.
VILLAIN. It is one's consciousness of power. He-he-he. I know and you know that if I have the money I have the say. Remember, none of you has a cent to his name. The whiskey is gone.
[Picking up the flask and examining it.
COMEDIAN. I did my job well. Drank it to the last drop.
VILLAIN. Yes, to the last drop. This evening you shall have bread and sausage. Very small portions, too, for to-morrow is another day. [Ingenue sobbing more frequently.] Not till the day after to-morrow shall we reach town, and that doesn't mean that you get anything to eat there, either, but I—I—I—he-he-he. O Holy Dollar, Almighty Dollar! [Gravely.] He who does my bidding shall not be without food.
COMEDIAN. [With wide-open eyes.] What? Ha-ha-ha!
[Ingenue gets up and throws herself on the Villain's bosom.
INGENUE. Oh, my dear beloved one.
VILLAIN. Ha-ha, my power already makes itself felt.
HEROINE. [Pushing the Ingenue away.] Let go of him, you. He sought my love for a long time and now he shall have it.