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HOST (_aside_).
He asks as though he were ready to have me hanged at once.--To the Count of Carabas, your majesty.
KING.
A beautiful country. But I always thought the country must look altogether different if I should cross the border, judging from the maps. Do help me a bit. (_He climbs up a tree quickly._)
PRINCESS.
What are you doing, my royal father?
KING.
I like open views on beautiful landscapes.
PRINCESS.
Can you see far?
KING.
Oh, yes, and if it were not for those annoying mountains, you would see even further. Oh, my, the tree is full of caterpillars! (_He climbs down again._)
PRINCESS.
That is because it is a scene in nature which has not yet been idealized; imagination must first enn.o.ble it.
KING.
I wish you could take the caterpillars off me by means of imagination. But get in, we must drive ahead.
PRINCESS.
Farewell, good, innocent peasant. (_They get into the carriage; it drives on._)
HOST.
How the world has changed! If you read in old books or listen to old people's stories, they always got louis d'ors or something like that if they spoke to a king or a prince. Such a king would formerly never dare to open his mouth if he did not press gold pieces into your hand at once. But now! How, pray, is one to make one's fortune unexpectedly, if the chance is over even with kings? Innocent peasant!
I wish to G.o.d I didn't owe anything--that comes of the new sentimental descriptions of country life. Such a king is powerful and envies people of our station. I must only thank G.o.d that he did not hang me.
The strange hunter was our Bugbear himself after all. At least it will now appear in the paper, I suppose, that the king has spoken to me graciously. [_Exit._]
_Another region_
KUNZ (_reaping corn_).
Bitter work! And if at least I were doing it for myself--but this compulsory villainage! Here one must do nothing but sweat for the Bugbear and he does not even thank one. Of course they always say in this world that laws are necessary to keep the people in order, but what need there is here of _our Law_ who devours all of us, I cannot understand.
[HINZE _comes running_.]
HINZE.
Now I have blisters-on my soles already--well, it doesn't matter, Gottlieb, Gottlieb must get the throne for it. Hey, good friend!
KUNZ.
Who's _this_ fellow?
HINZE.
The king will drive by here directly. If he asks you to whom all this belongs, you must answer--to the Count of Carabas; otherwise you will be chopped into a thousand million pieces. For the welfare of the public, the law desires it thus.
FISCHER.
For the welfare of the public?
SCHLOSS.
Naturally, for otherwise the play would never end.
HINZE.
Your life is probably dear to you.
[_Exit._]
KUNZ.
That's just how the edicts always sound. Well, I don't mind saying that, if only no new taxes result from it. One must trust no innovation.
[_The coach drives up and stops; the_ KING _and the_ PRINCESS _step out._]
KING.
A fine landscape, too. We have already seen a great deal of very fine country. To whom does this land belong?
KUNZ.
To the Count of Carabas.
KING.
He has splendid estates, that must be true--and so near mine; daughter, that seems to be a good match for you. What is your opinion?
PRINCESS.
You embarra.s.s me, my father. What new things one sees while traveling, though. Do tell me, pray, good peasant, why do you cut down the straw like that?
KUNZ (_laughing_).
