on my uniform. That’s what my great-grandfather would have done.
Companion: He’ll destroy all the illusion.
Master: All? He’s not so strong as that.
Servant (enters): The gentleman says he’s frozen from the journey.
Master: Ask him in here. There’s a fire here. Have the candles lit on the walls, and come and help me dress. (Exit.)
Servant: Very good, sir. (At the door Maid runs into him.) What the devil have they all lost their heads about? (Exit.)
Maid (to Companion): What shall we do?
Companion: Everything’s to be as it was; today’s the second of October, 1808, and you and I are just his slaves. Although he’s so tired, he’s gone to put on his uniform. If we don’t earn his approval, well,—why, he makes less of us every day.
Maid: Oh, but don’t you like that?
Companion: Light the room up more.
Maid: I’m so excited. I’m burning all over.
Companion: Try some cold water. (Exit.)
Fool: We’re on fire? Water! Water! (Enter
