JUDGE [slightly extending his balled fist.
Aside].
Good God! I don't know where I'm sitting.
I feel as though I were on burning coals.
KHLESTAKOV.
What have you got in your hand there?
AMMOS [getting all mixed up and dropping the bills on the floor].
Nothing.
KHLESTAKOV.
How so, nothing?
I see money has dropped out of it.
AMMOS [shaking all over].
Oh no, oh no, not at all! [Aside.] Oh, Lord! Now I'm under arrest and they've brought a wagon to take me.
KHLESTAKOV.
Yes, it IS money. [Picking it up.]
AMMOS [aside].
It's all over with me. I'm lost! I'm lost!
KHLESTAKOV.
I tell you what—lend it to me.
AMMOS [eagerly].
Why, of course, of course—with the greatest pleasure. [Aside.] Bolder! Bolder!
Holy Virgin, stand by me!
KHLESTAKOV.
I've run out of cash on the road, what with one thing and another, you know.
I'll let you have it back as soon as I get to the village.
AMMOS.
Please don't mention it!
It is a great honor to have you take it. I'll try to deserve it—by putting forth the best of my feeble powers, by my zeal and ardor for the government. [Rises from the chair and draws himself up straight with his hands hanging at his sides.] I will not venture to disturb you longer with my presence.
You don't care to give any orders?
KHLESTAKOV.
What orders?
JUDGE.
I mean, would you like to give orders for the district court here?
KHLESTAKOV.
What for?
I have nothing to do with the court now. No, nothing. Thank you very much.
AMMOS [bowing and leaving. Aside.].
Now the town is ours.
KHLESTAKOV.
The Judge is a fine fellow.
SCENE IV
Khlestakov and the Postmaster.
POSTMASTER [in uniform, sword in hand.
Drawing himself up]. I have the honor to present myself—Postmaster, Court Councilor Shpekin.
KHLESTAKOV.
I'm glad to meet you.
I like pleasant company very much.
Take a seat.
Do you live here all the time?
POSTMASTER.