The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries Volume Iv Part 31

SCHLOSS.

I never worry about the whole; if I cry, I cry--that's enough; that was a divine pa.s.sage.

HINZE.

Such a pair of lovers is good for something in the world after all; they have fallen plump into the poetical again down there and the stamping has ceased. There's no game to be caught.

(_A rabbit creeps into the bag; he rushes over and draws the strings over him._)

Look here, good friend! A kind of game that is a cousin of mine, so to speak; yes, that's the way with the world nowadays, relatives against relatives, brother against brother; if one wants to get through the world oneself, one must push others out of the way.

(_He takes the rabbit out of the bag and puts it into the knapsack._)

Hold! Hold!--truly I must take care not to devour the game myself. I must just tie up the knapsack quickly only to be able to restrain my pa.s.sion. Fie! for shame, Hinze! Is it not the duty of the n.o.bleman to sacrifice himself and his desires to the happiness of his brother creatures? That's the reason why we live, and whoever cannot do that--oh, it were better for him if he had never been born!

(_He is on the point of withdrawing; violent applause and shouting of "Encore;" he has to repeat the last beautiful pa.s.sage, then he bows respectfully and goes of with the rabbit._)

FISCHER.

Oh, what a n.o.ble man!

MuLLER.

What a beautifully human state of mind!

SCHLOSS.

One can still be benefited by things like this, but when I see such nonsense I should like to smash it with a single blow.

LEUTNER.

I began to feel quite sad too--the nightingale--the lovers--the last tirade--why the play has some really beautiful pa.s.sages after all!

_Hall in the palace_

_Large company. The_ KING. _The_ PRINCESS. _Prince_ NATHANIEL. _The_ COOK (_in gala costume_)

KING (_sitting on throne_).

Over here, cook; now is the time to speak and answer; I want to examine the matter myself.

COOK (_falls on his knees_).

May it please your majesty to express your commands for your highness's most faithful servant?

KING.

One cannot expend too much effort, my friends, in keeping a king--on whose shoulders lies the well-being of a whole country and that of innumerable subjects--always in good humor. For if he falls into a bad humor, he very easily becomes a tyrant, a monster; for good humor encourages cheerfulness, and cheerfulness, according to the observations of all philosophers, makes man good; whereas melancholy, on the other hand, is to be considered a vice for the very reason that it encourages all the vices. Whose duty is it, I now ask, in whose power does it so lie, to preserve the good spirits of the monarch, so much as in the hands of a cook? Are not rabbits very innocent animals?

My favorite dish--by means of these animals I could succeed in never becoming tired of making my country happy--and these rabbits he lets me do without! Sucking pigs and sucking pigs daily. Rascal, I am disgusted with this at last!

COOK.

Let not my king condemn me unheard. Heaven is my witness, that I took all pains to secure those pretty white animals; I even wanted to purchase them at a rather high price, but there are absolutely none to be had. If it were possible to get possession of even one of these rabbits, do you think you would be allowed to doubt for one moment longer the love your subjects bear you?

KING.

Stop with those roguish words, betake yourself to the kitchen and show by your action that you love your king. (_Exit cook._) Now I turn to you, my prince, and to you my daughter. I have been informed, worthy prince, that my daughter does not love you; she is a thoughtless, silly girl, but I still give her credit for so much common sense as probably to have several reasons. She causes me care and sadness, grief and worry, and my old eyes are flooded with tears when I think of how she will get along after my death. "You will be left an old maid," I have told her a thousand times; "take your chance while it is offered you;" but she will not hear; well, then she'll have to be made to feel.

PRINCESS.

My father--

KING (_weeping and sobbing_).

Go, ungrateful, disobedient girl--by your refusal you are drawing me into--alas, only too early a grave!

(_He supports himself on the throne, covers his face with his cloak and weeps bitterly._)

FISCHER.

Why, the king does not remain true to his character for a moment.

[_Groom of the Chamber comes in._]

GROOM.

Your majesty, a strange man is outside and begs to be admitted before your majesty.

KING (_sobbing_).

Who is it?

GROOM.

I beg pardon, my king, for not being able to answer this question. Judging by his long white beard, one should say he is an old man, and his face completely covered with hair should almost confirm one in this opinion, but then again he has such bright, youthful eyes, such a smooth, flexible back, that one cannot understand him. He appears to be a wealthy man; for he is wearing a pair of fine boots and as far as I can infer from his exterior he seems to be a hunter.

KING.

Bring him in; I am curious to see him.

[_Groom goes and returns directly with_ HINZE.]

HINZE.

With your majesty's most gracious permission the Count of Carabas makes bold to present you with a rabbit.

KING (_delighted_).

A rabbit? Do you hear it, really, people? Ah, fate has become reconciled with me again! A rabbit?