Old
Woman: My love, my love . . . who is it?
Old Man: Stand up! . . . it's his Majesty the
Emperor! The Emperor in my house, in our house.
Old Woman: [Not understanding.] The
Emperor . . . the Emperor, my love?
[Then suddenly she realises.] Ah yes! The Emperor! Your
Majesty! Your Majesty!
[She starts curtseying wildly, grotesquely, a fantastic number
of times.]
In our house! In our house! |
