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 * Hm; doing? Eh?

ALL FOUR [coming closer].
 * Yes, let us hear!

PEER
 * 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-

VON EBERKOPF
 * Most witty!

MR. COTTON
 * Well, but no one hoists
 * his sails for nothing but the sailing.
 * Beyond all doubt, you have a goal;
 * and that is-?

PEER
 * To be Emperor.

ALL FOUR
 * What?

PEER [nodding].
 * Emperor!

THE FOUR
 * Where?