The two soldiers make a supreme effort to force her to sit down. She flings them back so that they are forced to sit on the bench to save themselves from falling backwards over it, and is herself dragged into sitting between them. The second soldier, holding on tight to the Grand Duchess with one hand, produces papers with the other, and waves them towards Schneidekind, who takes them from him and passes them on to the General. He opens them and reads them with a grave expression. SCHNEIDEKIND. Be good enough to wait, prisoner, until the General has read the papers on your case. THE GRAND DUCHESS [to the soldiers]. Let go. [To Strammfest]. Tell them to let go, or I'll upset the bench backwards and bash our three heads on the floor. FIRST SOLDIER. No, little mother. Have mercy on the poor. STRAMMFEST [growling over the edge of the paper he is reading]. Hold your tongue. THE GRAND DUCHESS [blazing]. Me, or the soldier? STRAMMFEST [horrified]. The soldier, madam. THE GRAND DUCHESS. Tell him to let go. STRAMMFEST. Release the lady. The soldiers take their hands off her. One of them wipes his fevered brow. The other sucks his wrist. SCHNEIDKIND [fiercely]. 'ttention! The two soldiers sit up stiffly. THE GRAND DUCHESS. Oh, let the poor man suck his wrist. It may be poisoned. I bit it. STRAMMFEST [shocked]. You bit a common soldier! GRAND DUCHESS. Well, I offered to cauterize it with the poker in the office stove. But he was afraid. What more could I do? SCHNEIDEKIND. Why did you bite him, prisoner? THE GRAND DUCHESS. He would not let go. STRAMMFEST. Did he let go when you bit him? THE GRAND DUCHESS. No. [Patting the soldier on the back]. You should give the man a cross for his devotion. I could not go on eating him; so I brought him along with me. STRAMMFEST. Prisoner-- THE GRAND DUCHESS. Don't call me prisoner, General Strammfest. My grandmother dandled you on her knee. STRAMMFEST [bursting into tears]. O God, yes. Believe me, my heart is what it was then. THE GRAND DUCHESS. Your brain also is what it was then. I will not be addressed by you as prisoner. STRAMMFEST. I may not, for your own sake, call you by your rightful and most sacred titles. What am I to call you? THE GRAND DUCHESS. The Revolution has made us comrades. Call me comrade. STRAMMFEST. I had rather die. THE GRAND DUCHESS. Then call me Annajanska; and I will call you Peter Piper, as grandmamma did. STRAMMFEST [painfully agitated]. Schneidekind, you must speak to her: I cannot--[he breaks down.] SCHNEIDEKIND [officially]. The Republic of Beotia has been compelled to confine the Panjandrum and his family, for their own safety, within certain bounds. You have broken those bounds. STRAMMFEST [taking the word from him]. You are I must say it--a prisoner. What am I to do with you? THE GRAND DUCHESS. You should have thought of that before you arrested me.