Maddened with pain he exhibits
symptoms of a most violent passion and becomes very aggressive. But
the cunning maid appeals to the protecting presence of Fritz, the
waiter, with other calls for beer, whispering in the ear of her
love-lorn swain: "Nine, mine lieber Herr von Beerstein, ven you has
married me once alretty, nicht wahr? Ach vas, den shall you kiss me
yet some more, yaw!"
Thus she tantalizes the poor man until he becomes desperate under the
strain of an unrequited love and as a last resort he places his hand
over his heart, bares the bosom of his shirt and exposes the insignia
of royalty, flashing the sovereign's star before her eyes. Humbly,
overcome with shame and remorse at the thought of having trifled with
her king's affections, and prompted by her pitiful exaggerated notion
of loyalty the poor thing kneels before his majesty, craving his
pardon.
With royal hands the king uplifts her, graciously kissing her rosebud
mouth and when she says: "Your majesty's slightest wish is a command
to me, your servant!" and is about to surrender her loveliness to
Cupid's forces and temporarily lose her heart, but her soul
forever--in the very nick of time comes her guardian-angel to the
rescue.
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