Caren [excited]. Are you mad, Boy, mad? Our King! Oh!
[Kraig laughs. Both men stare at him horrified.]
Helper [to Caren]. Ain't you got a flag or something ... some little mark of respect to cover his nibs?
Caren [to Kraig]. Run upstairs and get that big silk flag that.... [as Kraig does not move]. Go.
Kraig [immovable, abruptly ceasing to laugh]. No.
Caren [threateningly]. What do you mean? No?
Kraig [hysterically]. This is one place in the world where all are treated fair. Dreams don't count. Power don't count. There's no rich, no poor....
Caren. Shut up and get that flag.
Kraig. You're going to cover him ... but she.... Oh! [Both men disappear behind the curtains, cringing and bowing to people within. Caren, with his back to the curtains, does not realize that he is alone.] Even death can't level. No ... not even death. [For a second he stares ahead of him piercingly into space, standing taut and rigid. Then commences to laugh in pure hysteria as
[The Curtain Slowly Falls.]