KNAVE. The happiness of a set of moles who never knew the sunlight.
POMPDEBILE. If we made an effort, we could think of a new law—just as wise. It only requires effort.
CHANCELLOR. But the constitution. We can't touch the constitution.
POMPDEBILE (starting up). We shall destroy the constitution!
CHANCELLOR. The people are clamoring at the gates!
POMPDEBILE. Oh, I forgot them. No, it has been carried too far.
We shall have to go on. Proceed.
VIOLETTA. Without the raspberry jam?
POMPDEBILE (to KNAVE). Go you, and procure some. I will give a hundred golden guineas for it.
(The little boy who holds the cinnamon pot comes forward.)
BOY. Please, Your Majesty, I have some.