The Young Prince [playing about meanwhile has drawn the sword from its sheath]. I am learning to carry the King's sword. Forward! Hasten, the foe will come! Very well. Then I shall be the victor.
Hans Lorbass. Put it down!
The Young Prince. Ah, no!
Hans Lorbass. Put it down!
The Young Prince. Oh-oo! That is sharp!
Hans Lorbass. Thou knowest who alone may carry that?
The Young Prince. The King.
Hans Lorbass. Well then.
The Young Prince. But he left it there!
Hans Lorbass [sternly]. To take it up again. [Draws his sword.]