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_Enter_ BOLZ, KAeMPE, BELLMAUS _by side door_.
BOLZ (_marching in_). Behold us in the house of the Capulets!
[_Pretends to thrust a sword into its scabbard._] Conceal your swords
under roses. Blow your little cheeks up, and look as silly and
innocent as possible. Above all, don't let me see you get into a row,
and if you meet this Tybaldus Senden be so good as to run round the
corner.
[_The procession is seen marching through the rear halls_.]
You, Romeo Bellmaus, look out for the little women. I see more
fluttering curls and waving kerchiefs there than are good for your
peace of mind.
KAeMPE. I bet a bottle of champagne that if one of us gets into a row
it will be you.
BOLZ. Possibly. But I promise you that you shall surely come in for
your share of it. Now listen to my plan of operations. You
Kaempe--[_Enter_ SCHMOCK.] Stop! Who is that? Thunder! The factotum of
the _Coriolanus_! Our _incognito_ has not lasted long.
SCHMOCK (_even before the last remark, has been seen looking in at the
door, coming forward_). I wish you good evening, Mr. Bolz.
BOLZ. I wish you the same and of even better quality, Mr. Schmock.
SCHMOCK. Might I have a couple of words with you?
BOLZ. A couple? Don't ask for too few, noble armor-bearer of the
_Coriolanus_! A couple of dozen words you shall have, but no more.
SCHMOCK. Could you not employ me on your paper.
BOLZ (_to_ KAeMPE _and_ BELLMAUS). Do you hear that? On our paper? H'm!
'Tis much you ask, noble Roman!
SCHMOCK.
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