Servant: May I clear?
Master: Yes, and bring in the candelabra.
Servant: Yes, sir. (Exit.)
Fool (plays with monkey): Kiriki, kirikoo, kirikoo.
Companion: How soon it gets dark now!
Master: Well, shall we take her potions and fly to the Brocken.
Companion: I’m afraid only it might upset your health.
Master: What nonsense! In the first place (points at Fool) he dreamed I was so well, and in the second, what’s health? Isn’t it money to be spent neither too stingily nor too prodigally?
Companion: I don’t know why, but you’re in a reasoning mood to-day. But we must ask the witch about his dream. (Enter Servant with candelabra.) Where’s the Arab boy gone to?
Servant: He’s sitting with Diana; they’re both black and miserable.
Maid (enters): She’s coming!
Master: Aha.
Maid: Now then, limp up. (Enter Witch.)
| Master: Ah! good day, my dear. | |
| Companion: Good-day, beauty. |
