PEHR. I can't understand what he says; you must tell me.

LISA. [Embarrassed.] No, I cannot!

PEHR. Cannot? What is it?

LISA. He is not singing for us now. He sings to his sweetheart, so
you must know what he is saying.

PEHR. How should I know that!

LISA. He says like this: [Running off] "I love you, I love you!"

PEHR. Stay! Shall you run away from me? Lisa! Lisa! She's gone!
Very well then! Come hither palace and plates and wines and horses
and chariots and gold--gold!


SCENE TWO.

A luxurious Banquet Hall. Servants bring on a table, with food and
wines; other servants carry in a chest containing gold; others,
again, a table covered with plates, vases, candle-sticks, etc.--all
of gold.

PEHR. [Walks about and looks around.] So this is the rich man's
abode! Well, it looks rather promising. Slaves! Give me my best
holiday-coat--but it must be of gold. [Servants hand him a
gold-cloth coat.] A chair! [They place a gold chair at table.] Now,