THE EMPEROR.

[_Reading another paper._]

Granted.

A WOMAN.

Father Franz--

THE EMPEROR.

What, you? All well At home?

THE WOMAN.

Oh, so-so.

THE EMPEROR.

Well, old woman? Well?

THE OLD WOMAN.

Why, don't you see, the wind has killed my chickens.

THE EMPEROR.

Granted.--A vocalist?

THE VOCALIST.

I yodle.

THE EMPEROR.

Come And yodle to the Court at Baden.

THE CHAMBERLAIN.

Name?

THE VOCALIST.

Schnauser.

THE EMPEROR.

A Highlander?

THE HIGHLANDER.

Out yonder My home is, on the mountains, in the skies.

I want to be a cabman in Vienna.

THE EMPEROR.

Well, so you shall.

[_Taking another paper._]

A wealthy husbandman Begs Franz to give him back his daughter's love Which a Bohemian gla.s.s-blower has stolen.

[_Handing back the paper._]

You'll wed your child to her Bohemian lover.

THE HUSBANDMAN.

But--

THE EMPEROR.

I'll endow him.

THE CHAMBERLAIN.

Name?

THE HUSBANDMAN.

Johannes Schmoll.

I kiss your hands.

THE EMPEROR.

[_Taking another paper._]

"A shepherd of the Tyrol, A friendless orphan, robbed of all his land, Driven from his homestead by his father's foes, Yearns for his native woods and skies"--how touching!-- "And his paternal meadow." 'Tis restored.

THE CHAMBERLAIN.

What is the shepherd's name, who asks for help?

THE SHEPHERD.

The Duke of Reichstadt! And the meadow's France!

THE EMPEROR.