They are . . . Franziska, I think we are undergoing an examination.

FRAN.
Mr. Landlord, the police surely do not ask to know a young lady's
secrets!

LAND.
Certainly, my pretty maid; the police wish to know everything, and
especially secrets.

FRAN.
What is to be done, my lady? . . . Well, listen, Mr. Landlord--but
take care that it does not go beyond ourselves and the police.

MIN.
What is the simpleton going to tell him?

FRAN.
We come to carry off an officer from the king.

LAND.
How? What? My dear girl!

FRAN.
Or to let ourselves be carried off by the officer. It is all one.

MIN.
Franziska, are you mad? The saucy girl is laughing at you.

LAND.