[Exit.]
KUNZ.
That's just how the edicts always sound. Well, I don't mind saying that, if only no new taxes result from it. One must trust no innovation.
[The coach drives up and stops; the KING and the PRINCESS step out.]
KING.
A fine landscape, too. We have already seen a great deal of very fine country. To whom does this land belong?
KUNZ.
To the Count of Carabas.
KING.
He has splendid estates, that must be true—and so near mine; daughter, that seems to be a good match for you. What is your opinion?