LEANDER.
I only regret that I have been vanquished by a fool, that learning must acknowledge foolishness as its superior.
KING.
Keep still; you wanted the hat, he wanted the hat; so again I see no difference. But what have you brought, hunter?
HINZE.
The Count of Carabas commends himself most respectfully to your majesty and sends you these two partridges.
KING.
Too much! too much! I am sinking under the burden of gratitude! Long since should I have done my duty and visited him; today I will delay no longer. Have my royal carriage prepared at once—eight horses in front—I want to go driving with my daughter. You, Hunter, are to show us the way to the castle of the count.
[Exit with retinue.]