advised had Your
Majesty listened to me.
POMPDEBILE (_in a rage_). Be quiet. (_Exit_ HERALD.) I never have a
brilliant thought but you claim it. It is insufferable!
(_The_ HERALDS _can be heard in the distance._)
CHANCELLOR. I resign.
POMPDEBILE. Good. We accept your thirty-eighth resignation at
once.
CHANCELLOR. You did me the honor to appoint me as your
Chancellor, Your Majesty, yet never, never do you give me an
opportunity to chancel. That is my only grievance. You must
admit, Your Majesty, that as your advisers advise you, as your
dressers dress you, as your hunters hunt, as your bakers bake,
your Chancellor should be allowed to chancel. However, I will be
just--as I have been with you so long; before I leave you, I will
give you a month's notice.
POMPDEBILE. That isn't necessary.
CHANCELLOR (_referring to the constitution hanging at his belt_).
It's in the constitution.
POMPDEBILE. Be quiet.
VIOLETTA. Well, I think as things have turned out so--so
unfortunately, I shall change my gown. (_To_ URSULA) Put out my
cloth of silver with the moonstones. It is always a relief to
change one's gown. May I have my handkerchief, Pompy? Rather a
pretty one, isn't it, Pompy? Of course you don't object to my
calling you Pompy now. When I'm in trouble it's a comfort, like
holding your hand.
POMPDEBILE (_magnanimously_). You may hold our hand too, Violetta.
VIOLETTA (_fervently_). Oh, how good you are, how sympathetic! But
you see it's impossible just now, as I have to change my
gown--unless you will come with me while I change.
CHANCELLOR (_in a voice charged with inexpressible horror_). Your
Majesty!
POMPDEBILE. Be quiet! You have been discharged! (_He starts to
descend, when a_ HERALD _bursts through the door in a state of
great excitement. He kneels before_ POMPDEBILE.)
HERALD. We have found him; we have found him, Your Majesty. In
fact,_I_ found him all by myself! He was sitting under the
shrubbery eating a tart. I stumbled over one of his legs and
fell. "How easy it is to send man and all his pride into the
dust," he said, and then--I saw him!
POMPDEBILE. Eating a tart! Eating a tart, did you say? The
scoundrel! Bring him here immediately.
(_The_ HERALD _rushes out and returns with the_ KNAVE, _followed
by the six little_ PAGES. _The_ KNAVE _carries a tray of tarts in
his hand._)
POMPDEBILE (_almost speechless with rage_). How dare
you--you--you--
KNAVE (_bowing_). Knave, Your M
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