Scene III. Washington, D.C. The White House.

[Enter Pat, Julie, and Tricia.]
Pat. Happy news this morning, daughters!
Tricia. Oh, indeed. The polls have shifted upward.
Daddy’s popularity is on the wax, again.
Julie. Looks most promising, Mother, for we are
on our way out of this conflict. 5
Pat. Yes, your Father hath faced many a crises
afore, this is but one more. And each time
he comes out a stronger man.
Tricia. Now all the evidence is out. The transcripts
show the public for certain that Daddy 10
knew nothing of these horrid matters. The
people believe he is innocent.
That’s what counts.
Pat. It has been a long and lonely night, my
children, to be compared to the Arctic 15
winters, so long has it been since the
sun has shown on our house. But hope, like the
morning dawn, will always come again.
Let’s rejoice for what we’ve got and what will
be and what is bound to pass. 20
[Exeunt Julie and Tricia.]
[Enter Richard and Secret Service Agents.]
Richard. It’s all set. I’ve talked to Golda and Leonid.
The change will do me so much good.
This American atmosphere does no good.
Ah, for the sunny sands of those ancient lands
of Canaan. The cold invigorating 25
clime of Mother Russia.
All packed?
Pat. Aye, the blue valise and matching
travel luggage.
Richard. It will look nice against the parching sands 30
and nomadic peoples.
Pat. And fit snug against the snowy Ural peaks.



Richard. An excellent decision, sweet Pat.
You are a wonderful wife. Let’s to the
helicopter quickly attend, to begin 35
another of our far flung adventures.
Pat. Thou, good husband, hast traveled farther
than any predecessor. A man
of the world, thou art Richard.
[Exeunt.]