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Dialogue following No. 11
Ludwig. Now for my confession and full pardon. They told me the Grand Duke was dancing duets in the Market‑place, but I don’t see him. (Sees Rudolph.) Hallo! Who’s this? (aside) Why, it is the Grand Duke!
Rudolph. (sobbing) Who are you, sir, who presume to address me in person? If you’ve anything to communicate, you must fling yourself at the feet of my Acting Temporary Sub-Deputy Assistant Vice-Chamberlain, who will fling himself at the feet of his immediate superior, and so on, with successive foot-flingings through the various grades – your communication will, in course of time, come to my august knowledge.
Ludwig. But when I inform your Highness that in me you see the most unhappy, the most unfortunate, the most completely miserable man in your whole dominion –
Rudolph. (still sobbing). You the most miserable man in my whole dominion? How can you have the face to stand there and say such a thing? Why, look at me! Look at me! (Bursts into tears.)
Ludwig. Well, I wouldn’t be a cry-baby.
Rudolph. A cry-baby? If you had just been told that you were going to be deposed tomorrow, and perhaps blown up with dynamite for all I know, wouldn’t you be a cry-baby? I do declare if I could only hit upon some cheap and painless method of putting an end to an existence which has become insupportable, I would unhesitatingly adopt it!
Ludwig. You would ? (aside) I see a magnificent way out of this! By Jupiter, I’ll try it! (aloud) Are you, by any chance, in earnest?
Rudolph. In earnest? Why, look at me!
Ludwig. If you are really in earnest – if you really desire to escape scot-free from this impending – this unspeakably horrible catastrophe – without trouble, danger, pain, or expense – why not resort to a Statutory Duel?
Rudolph. A Statutory Duel?
Ludwig. Yes. The Act is still in force, but it will expire tomorrow afternoon. You fight – you lose – you are dead for a day. Tomorrow, when the Act expires, you will come to life again and resume your Grand Duchy as though nothing had happened. In the meantime, the explosion will have taken place and the survivor will have had to bear the brunt of it.
Rudolph. Yes, that’s all very well, but who’ll be fool enough to be the survivor?
Ludwig. (kneeling) Actuated by an overwhelming sense of attachment to your Grand Ducal person, I unhesitatingly offer myself as the victim of your subjects’ fury.
Rudolph. You do? Well, really that’s very handsome. I daresay being blown up is not nearly as unpleasant as one would think.
Ludwig. Oh, yes it is. It mixes one up, awfully!
Rudolph. But suppose I were to lose?
Ludwig. Oh, that’s easily arranged. (Producing cards.) I’ll put an Ace up my sleeve – you’ll put a King up yours. When the drawing takes place, I shall seem to draw the higher card and you the lower. And there you are!
Rudolph. Oh, but that’s cheating.
Ludwig. So it is. I never thought of that. (Going.)
Rudolph. (hastily) Not that I mind. But I say – you won’t take an unfair advantage of your day of office? You won’t go tipping people, or squandering my little savings in fireworks, or any nonsense of that sort?
Ludwig. I am hurt – really hurt – by the suggestion.
Rudolph. You – you wouldn’t like to put down a deposit, perhaps?
Ludwig. No. I don’t think I should like to put down a deposit.
Rudolph. Or give a guarantee?
Ludwig. A guarantee would be equally open to objection.
Rudolph. It would be more regular. Very well, I suppose you must have your own way.
Ludwig. Good. I say – we must have a devil of a quarrel!
Rudolph. Oh, a devil of a quarrel!
Ludwig. Just to give colour to the thing. Shall I give you a sound thrashing before all the people? Say the word – it’s no trouble.
Rudolph. No, I think not, though it would be very convincing and it’s extremely good and thoughtful of you to suggest it. Still, a devil of a quarrel!
Ludwig. Oh, a devil of a quarrel!
Rudolph. No half measures. Big words – strong language – rude remarks. Oh, a devil of a quarrel!
Ludwig. Now the question is, how shall we summon the people?
Rudolph. Oh, there’s no difficulty about that. Bless your heart, they’ve been staring at us through those windows for the last half-hour!
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