From the Play
Time: a long, long time ago.
Place: The throne room of a grand stately kingdom.
(The lights come up to find the HERALD sleeping as he leans against the throne. Suddenly the EMPEROR bursts in, pacing.)
EMPEROR: Drat, drat, and double drat! Decisions, decisions, decisions! Oh, how I detest decisions!
HERALD: (Snapping to attention.) All hail the Emperor! All hail!
EMPEROR: Herald, at ease, there is no one else in here.
HERALD: Oh. Heh. Sorry.
EMPEROR: Ooh, what to do, what to do? Nuts! Fiddlesticks! I can’t decide!
EMPEROR: What can you not decide on, your majesty?
EMPEROR: Oh. That. It’s a private family matter, I’m afraid.
HERALD: I see. Why not discuss whatever it is with the Empress then?
EMPEROR: Aha! (Snaps his fingers.) I know, I’ll call the Empress! Maybe she can help!
HERALD: A most excellent idea, sire! Most excellent!
EMPEROR: Yes, yes it is! Ah, it’s good to be the emperor! You may go and… and… soak your feet again, if you like!
HERALD: Oh, thank you, my emperor, thank you. My bunions are killing me!
EMPEROR: So I see. Off, off with you now. (HERALD exits.) Ahem. Empress, honeybunch, come here!
EMPRESS: (Offstage.) Coming, my little royal bon-bon! Coming!