About resisting your confounded nerve,
I, Gabriele, do not. You may be
A kind of subject satrap under me;
If not, look out. You shall have cause to know
The singing eagles of D'Annunzio.
King Con. I'll think it over. Do so swiftly then;
D'Ann.
Meanwhile good morning; I must see some men—
Also the Muse. She waits upon my pen.
[Rings off.