Hans Lorbass. With him by the hand I would sit there on the landing and hold watch till he came down.
Cölestin. And then?
Hans Lorbass. Then, Major-domo,--that is my affair.
Cölestin. The Queen left him in my care. But I know, Hans Lorbass that thou lovest him. Wilt thou, my little Prince?
The Young Prince. Dost thou ask me? I love to stay with him,--he teaches me to fight. [He runs to him.]
Cölestin. And may God bless thee in thy task.
Hans Lorbass. Much thanks. [Turning to Anna Goldhair.] I do not want her. Take her with thee.
Cölestin. Come, poor wench.
The Young Prince. May Anna stay here, too?
[Hans Lorbass hushes him.]