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[Smiling.]

H'm; doing? Eh?

[Coming closer.]

Yes, let us hear!

Well, first of all, I want to travel. You see, that's why I shipped you four, To keep me company, at Gibraltar. I needed such a dancing-choir Of friends around my gold-calf-altar

Most witty!

Well, but no one hoists His sails for nothing but the sailing. Beyond all doubt, you have a goal; And that is?

To be Emperor.

What?

[Nodding.]

Emperor!

Where?