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My daughter in a faint! The Count drowned!
HINZE.
Perhaps he can still be saved; he is lying there in the water.
KING.
Servants! Try everything, anything to preserve the n.o.ble man.
SERVANT.
We have rescued him, your majesty.
HINZE.
Misfortune upon misfortune, my king! The Count was bathing here in the clear water and a rogue stole his clothing.
KING.
Unstrap my trunk at once--give him some of my clothes. Cheer up, daughter, the Count is rescued.
HINZE.
I must hurry.
[_Exit._]
GOTTLIEB (_in the king's clothing_).
Your majesty--
KING.
Here is the Count! I recognize him by my clothing! Step in, my best friend--how are you? Where do you get all the rabbits? I cannot compose myself for joy! Drive on, coachman!
[_The carriage drives off quickly._]
SERVANT.
None but the hangman could come up so quickly--now I have the pleasure of running behind on foot, and besides I'm just as wet as a cat.
LEUTNER.
How many more times, pray, will the carriage appear?
WIESENER.
Neighbor! Why, you are asleep!
NEIGHBOR.
Not at all--a fine play.
_Palace of the Bugbear_
_The_ BUGBEAR _appears as a rhinoceros; a poor peasant stands before him._
PEASANT.
May it please your honor--
BUGBEAR.
There must be justice, my friend.
PEASANT.
I cannot pay just now.
BUGBEAR.
Be still, you have lost the case; the law demands money and your punishment; consequently your land must be sold. There is nothing else to be done and this is for the sake of justice.
[_Exit peasant._]
BUGBEAR (_who is re-transformed into an ordinary bugbear_).
These people would lose all respect if they were not compelled to fear in this way.
[_An officer enters, bowing profusely._]
OFFICER.
May it please you, honored sir--I--
BUGBEAR.
What's your trouble, my friend?
OFFICER.
With your kindest permission, I tremble and quiver in your honor's formidable presence.
BUGBEAR.
Oh, this is far from my most terrible form.
OFFICER.
