EDSTASTON Thank you.

They bow to one another ceremoniously. Patiomkin's tendency to
grotesque exaggeration costs him his balance; he nearly falls
over Edstaston, who rescues him and takes the proffered chair.

PATIOMKIN [resuming his seat]. By the way, what was the piece of
advice I was going to give you?

EDSTASTON. As you did not give it, I don't know. Allow me to add
that I have not asked for your advice.

PATIOMKIN. I give it to you unasked, delightful Englishman. I
remember it now. It was this. Don't try to become Tsar of Russia.

EDSTASTON [in astonishment]. I haven't the slightest intention--

PATIOMKIN. Not now; but you will have: take my words for it. It
will strike you as a splendid idea to have conscientious scruples
--to desire the blessing of the Church on your union with
Catherine.

EDSTASTON [racing in utter amazement]. My union with Catherine!
You're mad.

PATIOMKIN [unmoved]. The day you hint at such a thing will be the
day of your downfall. Besides, it is not lucky to be Catherine's
husband. You know what happened to Peter?