At Potsdam.
Kaiser (eagerly). Ah, my good Tirpitz, what news of our blockade?
Myself (removing whiskers). No, William, not Tirpitz!
Kaiser. An Englishman!
Myself. An Englishman—and come to beg you to give up the struggle.
Kaiser. Never, while there is breath in man or horse!
Myself. One moment. Let me tell you what is about to happen. On my advice the Allies are making a broad swee—— Put back your sword, Sire. I am not going to strike you—a broad sweeping movement through Germany.
Kaiser (going pale). We are undone. It is the end of all. And this was your idea?
Myself. My own, your Majesty.
Kaiser (eagerly). Would an Iron Cross and a Barony tempt you to join us? Only a brain like yours could defeat such a movement.