VIOLETTA (sitting up). I feel better now. Where am I? What is the matter? I remember. Oh, my poor tarts!
(She buries her face in her hands.)
CHANCELLOR (suspiciously). Your Majesty, this is very strange.
URSULA (excitedly). I know, Your Majesty. It was the Knave. One
of the Queen's women, who was walking in the garden, saw the
Knave jump out of this window with a tray in his hand. It was the
Knave.
VIOLETTA. Oh, I don't think it was he. I don't, really.
POMPDEBILE. The scoundrel. Of course it was he. We shall banish him for this or have him beheaded.
CHANCELLOR. It should have been done long ago, Your Majesty.
POMPDEBILE. You are right.
CHANCELLOR. Your Majesty will never listen to me.
POMPDEBILE. We do listen to you. Be quiet.