Philip II. (to the queen) It is very difficult to distinguish between a man of genius and a madman; but if he is a madman, my promises are only worth the value of his. Quinola (to the marchioness) Here is your letter, but let me beg you, between ourselves, to write no more. The Marchioness We are saved! (The court follows the king into the royal apartment.) SCENE FOURTEENTH Fontanares and Quinola. Fontanares Surely I am dreaming--Duke! Grandee of Spain! The Golden Fleece! Quinola And Master of Naval Construction! We shall have plenty of contractors to patronize. The court is an odd place, I should like to succeed there; how is it to be done? By impudence? I have enough of that to sell! By trickery? Why, the king believes my tale of the Virgen del Pilar. (He laughs) But what is my master thinking about? Fontanares Let us start at once. Quinola For what place? Fontanares For Barcelona. Quinola No--for a tavern. If the air of the court gives the citizens a good appetite, it makes me devilish thirsty. After a drink, my glorious master, you will see your Quinola a very busy man; for we must not delude ourselves. Between the word of the king and the attainment of success, we shall meet with as many jealous philosophers, scheming tricksters, malicious cavillers, crooked, rapacious, greedy beasts of prey, thievish parasites as have ever beset you in your attempts to see the king. Fontanares Yet to obtain my Marie I must succeed. Quinola Yes, and for our own sakes also. Curtain to the Prologue. ACT I SCENE FIRST (The scene is Barcelona. The stage represents a public place. On the left of the spectator appear houses, among which that of Lothundiaz stands at the corner of the street. To the right is the palace of Senora Brancadori. The time is night, but the day begins to dawn.) Monipodio (wrapped in a mantle, seated under the balcony of the Brancadori palace), Quinola (who glides forth cautiously like a thief, and brushes against Monipodio). Monipodio Who is it dares to tread on my shoes? Quinola (in ragged array) A gentleman, who does not wear any. Monipodio That sounds like Lavradi. Quinola Monipodio!--I thought that you had been--hanged! Monipodio I thought that you had been beaten to death in Africa. Quinola Alas, we have been beaten enough without going to Africa! Monipodio And do you dare to show yourself here? Quinola You seem comfortable enough here. As for me, I have the king's pardon in my pocket, and while I am waiting for my patent of nobility I call myself Quinola. Monipodio I suppose you stole your pardon? Quinola Yes, from the king. Monipodio And have you seen the king? (He sniffs at him.) You smell of poverty-- Quinola Like a poet's garret. And what are you doing? Monipodio Nothing. Quinola That is soon done; if it gives you any income, I would like to embrace your profession.