PRINCE (bows, speaks aside to WILHELMINE).
Do not lose courage. It will all work out for the best.
QUEEN.
Have you good news from Ansbach, dear Prince?
PRINCE. (aside).
This eternal mistake of hers. [Aloud.] Your Majesty, I hear there is a plan on foot to transplant Ansbach to Baireuth.
KING. (has been only half listening).
Hush! Let us cast aside all these earthly thoughts and plans and prepare ourselves for a work of sacred import. Sit down by your mother, Wilhelmine.
WILHELMINE.
What is going to happen?