You see, it is only for the sake of the drama that I speak your language; for otherwise, of course, the matter is incomprehensible. KING. Ah, so! Well, come, Prince, the table is set! [_The_ PRINCE _escorts the princess out, the_ KING _precedes_.] FISCHER. Cursed improbabilities there are in this play! SCHLOSS. And the king doesn't remain at all true to his character. LEUTNER. Why, nothing but the natural should ever be presented on the stage! The prince should speak an altogether unknown language and have an interpreter with him; the princess should make grammatical errors, since she herself admits that she writes incorrectly. MÜLLER. Of course! Of course! The whole thing is unquestionable nonsense; the author himself is always forgetting what he has said the moment before. _The scene is laid in front of a tavern._ LORENZ, KUNZ, MICHEL _are sitting on a bench. The_ HOST LORENZ. I shall have to be going again soon! I still have a long way home. HOST. You are a subject of the king, aren't you? LORENZ. Yes, indeed; what do you call your good ruler? HOST. He is just called Bugbear. LORENZ. That is a foolish title. Why, has he no other name? HOST. When he has edicts issued, they always read: For the good of the public, the _Law_ demands--hence I believe that is his real name. All petitions, too, are always laid before the _Law_. He is a fearful man. LORENZ. Still, I should rather be under a king; why, a king is more dignified. They say the Bugbear is a very ungracious master. HOST. He is not especially gracious, that is true of course, but, on the other hand, he is justice itself. Cases are even sent to him from abroad and he must settle them. LORENZ. They say wonderful things about him; the story goes he can transform himself into any animal. HOST. It is true, and then he travels around _incognito_ and spies out the sentiments of his subjects; that's the very reason why we trust no cat, no strange dog or horse, because we always think the ruler might probably be inside of them. LORENZ. Then surely we are in a better position, too. Our king never goes out without wearing his crown, his cloak, and his sceptre; by these, he is known three hundred paces away. Well, take care of yourselves. [_Exit._] HOST. Now he is already in his own country. KUNZ. Is the border line so near? HOST. Surely, that very tree belongs to the king; you can see from this very spot everything that goes on in his country; this border line here is a lucky thing for me. I should have been bankrupt long ago if the deserters from over there had not supported me; almost every day several come. MICHEL. Is the service there so hard? HOST. Not that; but running away is so easy, and just because it is so strictly forbidden the fellows get such an exceptional desire to desert. Look, I bet that's another one coming! [_A soldier comes running._] SOLDIER.