(Health drank aloud at the second table.)
The Prince of Weimar! Hurra!
Long live Prince William! Long live Duke Bernard! Hurra!
(Music strikes up.)
FIRST SERVANT.
Hear'em! Hear'em! What an uproar!
SECOND SERVANT. (comes in running.)
Did you hear? They have drank the Prince of Weimar's health.
THIRD SERVANT.
The Swedish Chief Commander!
FIRST SERVANT. (speaking at the same time.)
The Lutheran!
SECOND SERVANT.
Just before, when Count Deodate gave out the Emperor's health, they were all as mum as a nibbling mouse.
MASTER OF THE CELLAR.
Po, po! When the wine goes in, strange things come out. A good servant hears, and hears not!—You should be nothing but eyes and feet, except when you're called to.
SECOND SERVANT.
(To the Runner, to whom he gives secretly a flask of wine, keeping his eye on the Master of the Cellar, standing between him and the
Runner.)
