Teja.
(_Wipes his month in terror, then in assumed anger_.) What have I?
Knowest thou not who I am? How then dost thou suffer thyself to tell
thy King he--say it yet once more! I will but see.
Balthilda (_laughing_).
A--downy--beard.
Teja (_laughing_).
Now, wait!
_TWELFTH SCENE_.