Hans Zarba:
[Hans enters the room carrying a gun]
Come, Yasmin!
Princess Yasmin:
Never!
Hans Zarba:
We'll make our escape!
Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli:
[Jacques recites some poetry from memory]
"When I am dead, my dearest, sing no sad songs for me. / Plant thou no roses at my head, no shady cypress tree / Be the green grass above me, with showers and dew drops wet, / And if thou wilt remember, and if thou wilt forget."
[Hans shoots at Jacques]
Princess Yasmin:
Jacques!
[Yasmin grunts as she struggles to get away from Hans; Cato, who has been hiding in am urn, hits Hans from behind with a brass frying pan]
Hans Zarba:
That's it, no more mister nice guy!
[Hans faints to the floor]
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