KUNGU POTI. God damn--it's dark on the stairs!
LULU. It's lighter here, sweetheart. (_Pulling him forward by the hand._) Come on!
KUNGU POTI. But it's cold here, awful cold!
KUNGU POTI. Brandy? You bet--always! Brandy's good!
LULU. (_Giving him the bottle._) I don't know where there's a glass.
KUNGU POTI. Doesn't matter. (_Drinks._) Brandy! Lots of it!
KUNGU POTI. My father's the emperor of Uahubee. I've got six wives here, two Spanish, two English, two French. Well--I don't like my wives. Always I must take a bath, take a bath, take a bath....
KUNGU POTI. Gold! Trust me, you shall have gold! One gold-piece. I always give gold-pieces.
LULU. You can give it to me later, but show it to me.
KUNGU POTI. Don't understand, don't understand! Come, Ragapsishimulara! (_Seizing Lulu round the waist._) Come on!
LULU. (_Defending herself with all her strength._) Let me be! Let me be! (_Alva, who has risen painfully from his couch, sneaks up to Kungu Poti from behind and pulls him back by the collar._)
KUNGU POTI. (_Whirling round._) Oh! Oh! This is a murder-hole! Come, my friend, I'll put you to sleep! (_Strikes him over the head with a loaded cane. Alva groans and falls in a heap._) Here's a sleeping-draught! Here's opium for you! Sweet dreams to you! Sweet dreams! (_Then he gives Lulu a kiss; pointing to Alva._) He dreams of you, Ragapsishimulara! Sweet dreams! (_Rushing to the door._) Here's the door!! (_Exit._)
LULU. But I'll not stay here?!--Who can stand it here now!--Rather down onto the street! (_Exit. Schigolch comes out._)
SCHIGOLCH.--Blood!--Alva!--He's got to be put away somewhere. Hop!--Or else our friends 'll get a shock from him--Alva! Alva!--He that isn't quite clear about it--! One thing or t'other; or it'll soon be too late! I'll give him legs! (_Strikes a match and sticks it into Alva's collar...._) He will have his rest. But no one sleeps here.--(_Drags him by the head into Lulu's room. Returning, he tries to turn up the light._) It'll be time for me, too, right soon now, or they'll get no more Christmas puddings down there in the tavern. God knows when she'll be coming back from her pleasure tour! (_Fixing an eye on Lulu's picture._) She doesn't understand business! She can't live off love, because her life is love.--There she comes. I'll just talk straight to her once--(_Countess Geschwitz enters._) ... If you want to lodge with us to-night, kindly take a little care that nothing is stolen here.