Pandora's Box: A Tragedy in Three Acts
 RODRIGO. Her ladyship has seen no daylight for three days. We live here like in a snuff-box. 

RODRIGO.

 SCHIGOLCH. Since nine o'clock this morning I've been round to all the old-clothes-men. Three brand new trunks stuffed full of old trowsers I've expressed to Buenos Ayres via Bremerhaven. My legs are dangling on me like the tongue of a bell. That's the new life it's going to be from now on! 

SCHIGOLCH.

 RODRIGO. Where are you going to get off to-morrow morning? 

RODRIGO.

 SCHIGOLCH. I hope not straight into Ox-butter Hotel again! 

SCHIGOLCH.

 RODRIGO. I can tell you a fine hotel. I lived there with a lady lion-tamer. The people were born in Berlin. 

RODRIGO.

 GESCHWITZ. (Upright in the arm-chair.) Come and help me! 

GESCHWITZ.

 RODRIGO. (Hurries to her and supports her.) And you'll be safer from the police there than on a high tightrope! 

RODRIGO.

 GESCHWITZ. He means to let you go with her alone this afternoon. 

GESCHWITZ.

 SCHIGOLCH. Maybe he's still suffering from his chillblains! 

SCHIGOLCH.

 RODRIGO. Do you want me to start my new engagement in bath-robe and slippers? 

RODRIGO.


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