JACKPUD.

Well, I will try my luck. (He steps forward and bows
comically to the audience.)

MUeLLER.

Why, what is Jackpudding doing in the peasant’s room now?

SCHLOSS.

I suppose he wants to deliver a ridiculous monologue.

JACKPUD.

Pardon me if I make bold to say a few words which do not
exactly belong to the play.

FISCHER.

Oh, you should keep perfectly quiet, we’re tired of you even in the play; moreover, now so very—­

SCHLOSS.

A Jackpudding dares to talk to us?

JACKPUD.

Why not?  For if people laugh at me, I am not hurt at all; why, it would be my warmest wish to have you laugh at me.  So do not hesitate.

LEUTNER.

That is pretty funny!

JACKPUD.

Naturally, what scarcely befits the king is all the more fitting for me; hence he would not appear, but left this important announcement to me.

MUeLLER.

But we do not wish to hear anything.

JACKPUD.

My dear German countrymen—­

SCHLOSS.

I believe the setting of the play is in Asia.

JACKPUD.

But now, you see, I am talking to you merely as an actor to the spectators.

SCHLOSS.

People, it’s all over with me now; I am crazy.

JACKPUD.

Do be pleased to hear that the former scene, which you just saw, is not part of the play at all.

FISCHER.

Not part of the play?  Then how does it get in there?

JACKPUD.

The curtain was raised too soon.  It was a private discussion which would not have taken place on the stage at all if it were not so horribly crowded behind the scenes.  Now if you were deceived, it is of course so much the worse; then just be kind enough to eradicate this delusion again; for from now on, do you understand me, only after I have gone away, will the act really begin.  Between you and me, all the preceding has nothing to do with it at all.  But you are to be compensated; much is coming soon which is very essential to the plot.  I have spoken to the playwright myself and he has assured me of it.

FISCHER.

Yes, your playwright is just the fellow.

JACKPUD.

He’s good for nothing, isn’t it so?  Well, I am glad after all, that there is still some one else who has the same taste as I—­

THE PIT.

All of us, all of us!

JACKPUD.

Your obedient servant; it is too great an honor by far.  Yes, God knows, he is a wretched writer—­only to give a bad example; what a miserable part he has given me!  Where, pray, am I witty and funny?  I appear in so few scenes, and I believe, if I hadn’t stepped forward even now, by a lucky chance, I should not have appeared again at all.

PLAYWRIGHT (rushing forward).