PRINCE.
It can't be gunpowder, because Count Seckendorf has already discovered that. [All laugh.]
SECKENDORF (aside).
Never mind, Grumbkow, I'll wait the fitting moment.
KING.
He invented iron ramrods. Now, you see, my son in Rheinsberg, for all his Homers and Voltaires, and whatever their heathen names may be, that he gathers round him, couldn't think of anything like that. [Aside.] Is he drinking, Eversmann?
HOTHAM (to PRINCE).
Don't let slip your advantage.
PRINCE.
Who the devil could think of iron ramrods!