Groom Blether: My captain and the lord of the land of Jilemnice From this servant of yours accept This new horse.
"Satrapold": It's good enough, it's good enough. I see that this groom of mine Has a flair for this!
Groom Blether: Oh your Highness, I'm not worthy of that noble commendation, I always only serve you humbly As my strength allows.
"Satrapold": It's good enough, it's good enough. But let's be honest - at a court It would not really be a gem.
Now let's not lose time, when our duty calls To acquaint ourselves with this displeasing rubbish. We are here to take care of the peace and the good, And one does infringe, who breaks the laws.
My uniform is decorated In medals, We will enforce by all means The heavy fist of the law!
Groom Blether: There in the pub of Spiritus A suspicious stranger who sojourns, His whole body reeks of crime, Hideous those conjurations.
And the daughter of the proprietor by the name of Calamaria, Does not skimp on debauchery, If she gives him a drink!
And look, there he is sitting in the corner With enormous joy, His head on the table, And vomit on his sleeve.
"Satrapold": Young man, I want to believe, And I am glad, too, That you do not lose your appetite In the land of Krakonoš?!
Atrament: They will never steal my appetite And speaking of which You have a true gourmet In front of you! Now see, you sober monster, I am an occultist, Why do you even care, What I do all day? I do not give a damn about those offices That would like to govern me, I choose my principles by myself, On how to live my own life!
Groom Blether: You dirty rabble, How do you speak to your lord As even the frogs in the swamp Do not dare to! Here I have a reason, more than good To put him in the manor jail - For insults and mutiny He has to pay!
"Satrapold": And what else - he gave away, Being delirious, That by occultism he caused, He confessed his own guilt.
And in the presence of this lady To act like a brute; I will settle that with you too, Blether, When we arrive at the castle!