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.

KÄMPE. 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
Kämpe--[_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.