The End!

That's it, folks - the two-year process that began when Bob stumbled upon this bizarre-looking German book is over. I hope a few people were taking a look at this page. If so, thanks for sticking with me - my output was inconsistent at best. For me, the journey began after my first semester of German and ended after I'd lived in Germany for six months. You'll notice the output picked up a lot this year: turns out, it's easier to translate when you have a decent grasp on the language.

With that in mind, the journey's not over yet. The first year or so's worth of pages need a retranslation, and the whole thing probably needs to be rewritten for smoothness. But I'm proud to have at least gotten through the darn thing.

Finally, a big thanks to everyone who helped me out with words or phrases I couldn't crack. And, silly as it sounds, thanks to Fritz Oliven and the illustrator, Paul Telemann, for making a book well worth translating until the end.

Page 112

We, you see, haven't yet come quite so far.

[The end.]

Page 111

You should see me from the back!" -

And he ripped himself violently from the nail
And struck the suitor right in the chest!

And, out of spite, he hit him again in the gut,
And then left the suitor with a dedication:
"In remembrance of your blessed-spent hours!"

And mere moments after he'd injured the terrified suitor
The lieutenant too jumped down in a flash
And, likewise, turned himself around.

And there stood in clear writing: "Dear schnookums,
I kiss you on the ear! - Your True Mitz! - "

With that, Miss Mitzi screamed "The horror!"
And ran out of the room, ashamed.

So too had the suitor dissapeared -
On account of the "blessed-spent hours."

The lieutenant and the banker, however,
laid satisfied on the settee.
And they cried: "We should be friends,
Because, so long as we like,
Both the 2 and 3 dimensional worlds belong to us two,
and we won't let any third in -
Yes!" they both yelled, "so it should be!" -

And the lieutenant threw his arms around the banker's neck,
And the banker the same to the lieutenant.

That is - only the pictures.

In reality -

Page 110

He was a young editor,
He said: "My angel, I love you so much,
And were you my woman, I would be so happy.
But say, who are those two men?"

"Oh, that," said the girl, "they're just relatives,
The lieutenant above there, that's my cousin,
A good man, but a cretin,
And the fat one, he's my aunt's husband,
A sugar daddy, rich and really quite old
And shaky. - Hopefully he dies soon!" -

Then the suitor clapped his hands together:
"You seem to come out of a good family,
A banker and a lieutenant - how sad! I hate
the members of this favored class!
I, however, will love you just out of pure love,
And if you're a good girl,
You'll be mine today!"

With that, the pictures cried: "That bastard!"

And the lieutenant yelled: "Sir Banker,
I think he's a social democrat!" -

And the fat banker spoke:
"Sir Lieutenant, it seems to me
That this devil is a dirty fiend!"

"Yeah," said the lieutenant, "it's him we should be fighting!"

"Indeed," said the fat banker, "with pleasure!
And if I appear shaky to you from the back, well then, -

Pages 108 and 109

"Oh," said the banker, "don't be so dumb,
The young miss knows exactly why.
We pay for her rent, shoemaker, and tailor,
It's from us that she has stockings, petticoats, and clothes
And an automobile for ten thousand gulden -
But from you - and I quote - she has 'nothing but debt!'"

"My God!" bellowed the lieutenant, "scandal!
I'll let my original know!
And when he hears that - upon my soul -
He'll confront her and shoot her dead!"

"What?" cried the banker with a livid look,
"What are you going to do, send us an invoice?!
Just be amicable and quiet down,
Or we'll send you a bill,
And it'll amount to twenty million!"

With that, the lieutenant was silent.

And suddenly the banker hushed too.

Then under, on the settee
Sat the sweet Miss Mitzi
with a brand new lover.

Page 107

In what company I find myself here!
A fat banker with no hair and a paunch!
And she betrays us with you, too.
Just what does she see in a commerce minister?!
My master is a squire and a soldier!
Yes, I'm sadly just his copy -
But -- I disdain you!

Page 106

And the fat banker spoke: "Oh, misery and horror,
I can't endure this view much longer,
When I see how my master's wife, that shrew, lies
and cheats with your master daily!
And I hang idly by and burst with pain -
And right over the settee!"

And the lieutenant spoke: "Oh, scandal and sin,

Page 105

The Revenge of the Photographs

They hung together on a wall:
The fat banker and the lieutenant -
In a frame over the settee
of Miss Mitzi vom Variété.

Page 102

"In the end, you're much stronger than I!
Chin up! You'll surely attain your goal.
You will demolish me! You will triumph!
Just don't lose your guts now!" --
And Satan, beguiled by the siren,
Sprang to his feet in an instant.
"Human," he cried, "did you hear that?
I'm going to vanquish her! She said it herself!
Well now!" he cried, pale with excitement,
"Well now! That's something, at the least!
Well now!" he cried, cheering wildly -- "So!
Here we go again from the top!!!" --

[End of Chapter 4: The Flight.]

Pages 100 and 101

And then he disappeared with her into the bushes.

The Jew received a gold pass,
That allowed him a two-day entrance into Russia -
Only once per year, and revocable --
And he spoke merrily: "Satan, good sir,
it's actually very beautiful here on earth,
In the end, I'm rightly satisfied
with the result of our travels in the air --

And concerning the meaning of life --
We shouldn't always speak so often of it!
We simply can't know!" he yelled anxiously:
"Maybe someone went into the box once
And that someone - pulled it out!" --

And he swung his pass happily
And toddled off.

But Satan
Threw himself to the ground and lashed at the stars:
"Now I know," he yelled, "how this world
holds itself together with its squeaky hinges,

It's Hope, that harlot!

And she is unvanquishable on the earth
And forever, as the world turns --
I admit my defeat! I give up!
I'll become a pious hermit!"

And he closed his eyes -- a deadly tired man.

Then Hope floated in quietly
And softly stroked his feverish cheeks:
"Poor friend," she said, consolatory and motherly,

Pages 98 and 99

Doctor Faust got out first and threw himself down
And cried, sniveling, "I'm back on solid ground!"

And the Wandering Jew followed and yelled:
"My dear counselor, what is your bidding?"

But the devil spoke grimly, sneering:
"This is foolish! There's no job for us here!"

"On the contrary!" cried the counselor, "there certainly is!
Excepting you, of course,
because you're a creature that terrifies us --
You, however, worthy Herr Doctor Faust,
I'd like to offer you a life of science
and studies in an academic life.
Of course - I must deny you the chairmanship
of philosophy, much as I hate to, -
Because your ideas are a bit too modern for us --
But I'm happy to appoint you to
to a private professorship in chemistry!"

Doctor Faust ruminated for a moment
Then stroked his ample beard and spoke:
"Man errs as long as he doth strive!"
And his next sentence was remembered forevermore:
"I'm like any man who greedily digs toward riches,
and who's happy when he simply finds earthworms!"¹
And then he accepted the job.

For his part, Don Juan danced a promenade
with a royal maiden
And he looked with happiness upon her full corset
And cried: "I've finally found it again here!
This is truly the meaning of life,
Searching for it up there was silly!"


1: "Wie nur dem Kopf nicht alle Hoffnung schwindet,
Der immerfort an schalem Zeuge klebt,
Mit gier'ger Hand nach Schätzen gräbt,
Und froh ist, wenn er Regenwürmer findet!"
Faust, 602-605

Page 97

And he snatched at the gearbox with fevered hand,
A rip - and a jolt - and the motor stopped -
And we suddenly began to plummet downward into ruin!

---

But the devil cannot die,
And Hope didn't let us go.

She hovered under us, momentous
And bore us with a gigantic swing,
Until, gradually, the motor
was returned to working order.
It delayed the impact. The machine sank
very slowly and landed soft and flat
not too far from -- Halberstadt.

A balloon race had just taken place there.
And as the spectators saw with their instruments
How high we'd ascended,
These admirers surrounded us in droves,
and greeted us with jubilant compliments,

it helped drive away our bitter emotions a bit.

A government representative approached,
And after a survey of the apparatus
Called to us: "I'd like to buy your machine
for the Royal Prussian Air Force!" -
Here the drama unfolded like a satire:

Pages 95 and 96

"Give me your hand, my loves,
Come to my castle with me,

There's no strife there,
It's not far from here!"

Lo and behold, Hope and Falsehood,
Their eyes averted by his look and the sound of his voice,
Stared, enthralled at his manly traits -

Satan, snatching with his hand
Seized the box in a fevered frenzy,
Ripped and yanked the lock back and forth --

And then something terrible happened:

The lid sprang open, and the box was - empty!

Empty! Empty! Empty!! Empty!!!
And bleakness and darkness surrounded us on all sides --
And within us, doubt and stupefying horror!
Crushed were all our hopes and ambitions,
No purpose, no meaning, no life's worth ---
And the devil cried out shrilly:
"Now, gentlemen, who's been proven right?
There's no design! No great plan!
We've senselessly labored, slaved away -
Now we're free from every commitment!
Now comes the comedy's last act:
'The meaning of life is -- annihilation!!'

Page 94

So we flew across deep space.

Heavenly bodies darted past,
The ball we call earth slowly sank,
And we all found ourselves in feverish anticipation.

We climbed silently through the night ---

Then, finally, as the morning was still gray,
A shimmering splendor glimmered far away,
And the devil yelled tremulously: "Look!
Look and grasp it!
We've reached our goal!" And the screws piped,
And the airship hurdled like a bolt
toward the box with screaming might --

But the devil, in his hastiness,
hadn't thought of the two women:
Hope and Falsehood, I mean.
Who were holding true in their watch of the box.
With swords of flame and a magical look
They banished our airship,
And from whichever side we approached,
Their watchfulness held us back,
And the devil began to doubt our chances...

Then Don Juan cried suddenly with proud confidence:
"Here, let me do it! They're women, after all!"
And he pulled his mandolin forth
and belted out in a bright, clear tenor:

Page 93

"We'll see about that!" said the devil and laughed, then fell silent.

And he sat in the cockpit, and the airship climbed.
And he pulled the lever, and faster and faster
The propeller whizzed and roared.

Page 92

And whoever manages to unlock this shrine,
Then, for him, the secret meaning of life,
the big "why," the "where to," the "where from,"
all these questions will be unsealed.
He'd become be almost omniscient and omnipotent,
and there, gentlemen -- is where we're going!!!"

And a shudder ran through our souls.
"Oh, the horror!" yelled the eternal Jew, "the horror!
Stop, stop, I'm getting out!"
It made our throats tighten.

But the king of evil just laughed devilishly,
He bent over the machine
And spoke, as if it were a living being:
"Up, my sweet cloudwalker, up!
Up, up, ascend through the heavens,
The higher the flight, the greater the fall,
Up, my sweet, up!

We'll see unfathomable things,
Despair and conquering misery will be combined.
The world will be scattered in the gray of night!
Now say, gentlemen, how do you like the flight?
Speak, Faust, why do you hide your face so anxiously?

But Faust spoke calmly: "I'm not afraid!
Whatever it is guarding the magic shrine,
Must be something so gigantic, immortal,
that space will pluck your poisonous claws from you -
In the end, you've been duped!"

Page 91

And spoke with proud and wide satisfaction:
"You'll never attain it unless you know the feeling!"¹

But Don Juan yelled, scoffing, "Oh, come on!"
And tipsily emptied his tenth glass,
"The meaning of life? The wise say this:
'Go throw a party, lively and hearty, till all their heads are heated with wine!'²
Even small girls agree!
'And in Spain it was a thousand and three!'"

But the eternal Jew blanched and spoke:
"I don't ponder such things at all:
We live, we die, we're buried --
Everything has its place!"

With that, we saw flames in the eyes of the fiend,
And his mouth and nose twitched as he sneered:
"Phrases," he yelled, "nothing but phrases!
You'll never solve the riddle so.
But I too haven't figured it out,
Despite it plaguing me for ten thousand years --
But soon you'll all become experts!
Because I know now, where we'll find the answer.

Listen! In the middle of space
Hovers a box of pure crystal.
It's surrounded by the sun's rays,
Guarded by Hope and by Falsehood,
It sparkles like a star through the night.
There, locked away, lies the secret!

1: Faust (I, 1, 182)
2: "Finch'han del Vino" - Don Giovanni, Act I, Scene XV

Page 90

And the Wandering Jew spoke: "For two thousand years
I have traveled through the world
And I've seen all lands, large and small,
Except Russia, where they won't let me in!
And it's supposed to be a beautiful place.
However, this time I'll surely succeed,
Because in a airship, you don't need a passport --
Good sir from Hades,
Couldn't you bring me over the border?"

But the devil tauntingly raised his brow.
"No," he spoke, "we're not going there,
We're flying into the dark, into the unknown!"

"Into the unknown?" spoke Faust, "that makes no sense,
And everything in life must eventually
lead toward sense and a destination!"

"Really?" Satan threw down, sneering,
"Then, tell me, just for example,
This long, eternal trip we call Life:
what kind of sense does it make? -
Give me an answer to this question,
you philosophers and wise gentlemen,
Then I will, and gladly,
Take your to all your destinations!"

And they all fell silent again. A little while passed,
then Faust collected himself and cleared his throat

Pages 88 and 89

"Indeed," spoke the devil, "my good men,
Where would you like to go?"

"I'd like," spoke Faust, "to go to Greece,
Where whispers of the classic legends wisp about,
The modern is perfectly combined with the antique,
And where I bonded myself with the ghost of Helen!

"God save me from your ghost!"
yelled Don Juan, laughing,
"You're a romantic!
I've had enough of this stony guest.
I'd far rather fly to Spain
To Donna Anna and Elvire --
I'd love to seduce them once more!"

[This isn't the first time Faust and Don Juan have met. In 1828, Christian Dietrich Grabbe wrote a play called Don Juan und Faust, wherein the two legends meet. At the core of the story is the conflict of ideas between the two. This meeting is certainly a reference to the play. Source: Wikipedia.]

Pages 86 and 87

So we climbed into the sea of air.

And the earth became small. And we climbed and climbed,
And our hearts became full, and we were all silent.
The eternal Jew became somewhat nervous.

"Satan, good sir," he spoke, "please don't get angry,
I apologize if I seem overly curious,
But -- where are we actually going?"

Pages 84 and 85

The Flight

"My dear sir," said the Devil and stroked his beard,
"I've created an airplane.
We're starting here in the next few seconds.
Accompany me on my flight!"

Four passengers entered the gondola.
In the pilot's seat sat the devil, roaring in the wind,
Then followed these strange passengers:

The first was - Doctor Faust.

And next to him, lounging long across the seats,
Sat Don Juan with a comfortable countenance.
In one arm, a flask of champagne,
in the other, his mandolin.

I hunkered down like a stowaway
in a corner. And next to me
Sat the eternal Wandering Jew.

Page 80

And he must first have some time to think it over!

And the mother said,

I was a moral ruffian,

And the daughter said,

I was an idiot,
And within a day I'd be written off,
Because, as anyone could see from my actions,
I didn't have a trace of character!

--

And so, once more, I remained single.

(End of Chapter 3: Character.)

Page 79

"Herr Rideamus, is this true?"

"Indeed!" I called, "it's true, good sir,
As true as I wrote in the play!
And now, now, please tell me:
Do I have character or what?
And may I now hope for your blessing?"

Here the father spoke and became very pale:
"But you're always suddenly so... unbelievable!"

Page 78

"Yes," I spoke sullenly, "today I'm free,
I've ripped the girl out of my soul,
And this morning I left her!"

The father said that was very noble,
Because I'd been through a moral dilemma
for my ambitions!
Not just on the stage, no, but also in life!

"Do you really mean that?" I yelled, joyously,
"And should I do nothing for the girl?"

"Well now!" yelled the father pacifyingly, "well now!"
And then he spoke in a jesting tone:
"You have, after all, your half million!"

But I responded with a mischievous expression:
"Well, that's just it! I don't really have it!

Because of my character, you see,
That was ignited in the flames of the heart!
You'll be amazed! Listen:

The girl was poor and destitute.
And to assuage her pain,
And so she wouldn't be beset with poverty,
I gave her, with my bleeding heart,
All of my royalties!"

Here the father spoke with ruffled hair:

Page 77

It cost me a lot personally, lovely gentlemen,
I wrote it though blood, sweat, and tears,
It's a play full of soul that pulls on your heartstrings,
because, the story - I lived it all!" -

"It can't be!" said the daughter, excited,
"Are you a lieutenant too?"

"No," I said, "I'm not, sadly, not yet,
But the rest is true:
I also loved a girl of the common class!"

"Stop!" said the father,

"That has no place here!"

But the daughter said it wasn't a problem for her
because I was, after all, a poet.
She just wanted to know one thing,
"Whether it was over and done with?"

Pages 75 and 76

Just once more from behind, quietly, almost silently,
Sounds "Bubi and Schatzi," in a heartwarming manner,
And then falls the curtain, and that is the end!

--

Here I stopped. And the whole circle was silent.
And a voice, deeply touched, quietly, almost silently,
Flew thew the room -
"A genius."

Finally, the stunned father broke
the stunned silence
with a thunderous exclamation: - "Good God!
Good God, what a play!
It's an absolutely delightful work!
It's even better than 'Old Heidelberg!'"

And now it came from all sides.
The father said, "you're a giant!"
Then he spoke shrewdly to the publisher:
"That is art, Herr Schmidt, you can't dispute it!"

But the publisher screamed, exasperated, "What?!
You call this art and poetry?!
Oh, no!" he cried, and snatched my notebook,
"This is more than a work of art! This is a business!!
This is a business! This will play
easily on over 300 stages!!
This will bring maybe half a million!!!"

"Great Scott!" yelled the father in a screeching tone,
"You could live like a noble!
I wouldn't even need to pay a dowry!
Is this possible!?!" - However, I responded coolly:
"Don't you think that's going a little far?

Pages 73 and 74

And he dresses himself, and stands at the window,
And from above, he yells:

"Ignoble traitors!"

And from under, the crowd cries:
"The high Kasimir Peter!"

And suddenly, the revolution comes to an end.
Flames of excitement reach to the heavens,
And Prince Kasimir takes the throne! -

The girl, however, breaks down, sobbing.

Page 72

What use is a proud destiny?"

She sings it quietly, she sings it from her heart,
And afterward, she sings "Bubi, Schatzi!"
With that, the prince opens his eyes
and asks with a broken voice, "where am I?"

But barely after recognizing his beloved,
He shouts, "No one will call me a liar!"
And he tries to rip the fresh bandages
from his bloody wound.

Mathilde, however, cannot endure it.
She cries, "You belong to the fatherland,
I'm just a mere common girl,
Be free, my love! I relinquish thee!"

And she kisses him once more with quivering mouth.

Page 71

The third act
takes place two days later.
Prince Kasimir lies in his father's castle.
He lies in bed with a high fever,
And a quiet melancholy lies over him.
The doctors have given up on him,
They give him just a short time,
Only a miracle could save his life.
Now - when the crisis is at its worst,
In she comes, in deep sadness - Mathilde,
And everyone yields to her, awestruck,
And she bends down over him, smiles gently
And she sings:

"What use are millions?

Page 70

With that, the group was ripped from their stillness.
The aunt, Amalie, yelled, "No, please, no!
Don't let it be the end! I have to scream!
And it's a tragedy! -
No! It's too much for my nerves!"

But the father stayed dignified and proper.
"You dumb cow!" he yelled, chagrined,
"There's still a third act,
He's got you totally hooked!"

Page 68 and 69

But I yelled, "He doesn't do either!!!

He proceeds as a man and as a knight,
His eyes explode with a flood of tears:
"Mathilde," he yells, "forgive me!"

Then he pulls a revolver forth.

And his voice clings, muffled and hollow,
And his heart melts and becomes soft as butter:

"Live well!" he yells, full of pain,"live all ye well!

Live well, beloved father! Give my best to mother!

Live well, my hard-earned fatherland,

Live well, my sweet love from the beach of the Neckar,

Live well, my l0ve,

Live well, Yellow - Green - Red!"

And then sounds a shot.

And then he is dead!

And, you see,

So ends the second act!

Pages 66 and 67

Here said the men:

The responsibility comes first
And he must, as a man, suffer for the fatherland! -

But the women responded with one voice, as in a choir:
He must choose love!

Page 65

"I cannot!" he called with undulant breast.
But the father spoke adamantly, "you must!"

And that is the climax of the play!! --

"Good God!" everyone yelled, choked up from excitement,
"That's a colossal conflict!"

"Yes indeed!" I said, proud and exalted,
"A bigger conflict does not exist!
This is the conflict between love and responsibility!
It could've been written by Shakespeare himself!"

"So what does the prince do now?" sought everyone, out of breath.
"Does he go? Or does he stay far from the fatherland?"

"Indeed," I said, "ladies and gentlemen,
What would you do in this case?"

Page 64

"Stop!" said the father with a foreboding feeling,
"Without doubt, here comes something terrible and sad
that tears the two apart!"

"Yes," I said with a strong stir, "so it is!"

And the father spoke, sunk deep in contemplation:
"It's nice, after all, when it comes out how you think!"

"Yes," I said, "in life, things come differently than expected,
but on the stage things are always so familiar." -

So, they hear the trumpet tone.
And there appears the father of the hero
And says with a tremulous tone:
In our land there's a revolution,
and you must take the throne!
The fatherland is calling you. It is your responsibility!"

With that, the blood drains from the prince's face,
He seems himself on the grave of his happiness:

Pages 62 and 63

"Surely not the mother-in-law!?"

"Naturally," I said, "the mother-in-law!
She was, you see, definitely not in America!!!"

"Hahahaha!" laughed the papa,
so that a flood of tears surged from his eyes,
"You see," he yelled with great hearty amusement,
"You see, there are still points
that are funny - without being offensive!"

"Yeah!" I said. But all this great humor
Simply prepares us, using nice contrast,
for this deeply woeful scene:

The day comes to an end. The sun fades.
The guests gradually leave.
A deep silence lies over the scene.
Only in the background do we hear quiet music.
And from the right comes Kasimir with Mathilde.
"Honey," he calls in happy jest,
"I dedicate this foamy mug to you!"
But Mathilde sighs in melancholy: "Kasimir,
An anxious thought just ran through my heart!
You are a prince from a foreign land,
I am just a common girl,
Never leave me! Promise me!"

"My darling fool!" says Peter Kasimir.

Then he speaks in a manly tone:
"That my wife would call me a liar!
As true as the stars hang in the sky,
We will never be pulled apart!"

Then suddenly, they hear the sound of trumpets,

Page 61

"Bubi, Schatzi,
Süsses Fratzi,
Kleiner Schelm und Herzensdieb!
Herz'ges Schnucker!
Zeig' die Guckerl,
God, oh God, how great is love!"

--

As the jubilee finally quieted a little,
The father stepped up to me favorably:
"Bravo!" he said, "young man,
I certainly didn't expect that from you!
But what about," he said seriously and sternly,
"the aforementioned humor?"
"Oh," I said, "there's also plenty of that,
You'll soon see some
In the Second Act:
There is, for example, an old major!
He's always in dread of his mother-in-law.
Nevertheless, at one time, he goes to a festival,
Where the guests all ask:
"Hey, old Major,
what's going on here?
Where's your mother-in-law?"
"Haha!" he says, "she's not here!
She's all the way in America!
For once we can have some fun!"

Suddenly, there's a ring. You can hear someone bitching and screaming -
And who, do you think, comes in???

Page 60

I couldn't go any farther. The group was dancing.
Everyone swayed in a waltz,
And a cousin played - whatever he had - whatever he could -
on the grand piano. And everyone sang along,
some off-key and some on. And the brother-in-law
bellowed, thrilled, "It'll be a hit!!!"

Page 59

"What use are millions?
What use is a proud destiny?
What use is a life on the throne?
Oh, love, only love is happiness!"

Mathilde cries, but she soon composes herself:
"My love," she calls, "I must repay you,
with one of the most beautiful songs
that we sing in the forests of Vienna!"
And now they both sing in a round,
- It'll be, you see, most likely an operetta: -

"Bubi, Schatzi,
Süsses Fratzi,
Kleiner Schelm und Herzensdieb!
Herz'ges Schnucker!
Zeig' die Guckerl,
God, oh God, how great is love!"

(So, I've chosen not to translate this song. It's basically a bunch of cute pet names.)

Page 58

Icily still! - With a poisonous look
the proud Serbian pulls back.
And Mathilde and Kasimir stay, alone
And kiss each other long in the shine of the moon.

Mathilde speaks, sobbing: "Oh Kasimir,
You're sacrificing happiness, honor, and wealth for me!"
He, however, burning through with the fire of love,
Answers her with the following song:

Page 57

They've slipped in here very rudely?!"

But the prince throws his mantle back,
And his familial ornament sparkles brightly!
And he yells, booming and blaring and loud:

"Madame, I am more than an officer,
I am the Prince Peter Kasimir!

And this girl - is my bride!!!"

Page 56

And therefore, he is now incognito!!!"

"Bravo!" said the papa.
And the daughter spoke feverishly: "Oh, lord!
That is certainly an interesting setting!"

"Furthermore, we have a rich heiress,
The daughter of the neighboring country, a Serb,
She is also in love with the prince,
But she is heartless and cold in character,
And as she notices "him" and the girl,
- she doesn't recognize "him," because he is incognito -
She calls to them with a poisonous look:
"What do these two commoners want?