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+  The Project Gutenberg eBook of L'aiglon, by Edmond Rostand.
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+<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 30012 ***</div>
+
+<hr class="full" />
+
+<p class="imgl"><img src="images/image1.png"
+style="padding:5%;"
+alt="decoration"
+width="143"
+height="463"
+/></p>
+
+<p class="img"><img src="images/image2.png"
+style="padding:5%;"
+alt="decoration"
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+height="359"
+/></p>
+
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+alt="portrait"
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+height="496"
+/></p>
+
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+style="padding:15%;"
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+/></p>
+
+<h1>L'AIGLON</h1>
+
+<p class="c"><i>A PLAY IN SIX ACTS</i></p>
+
+<p class="c">BY</p>
+
+<h2>EDMOND ROSTAND</h2>
+
+<p class="c">TRANSLATED BY</p>
+
+<p class="c">LOUIS N. PARKER</p>
+
+<p class="img top15"><img src="images/image5.png"
+alt="decoration"
+width="60"
+height="70"
+/></p>
+
+<p class="c sml">Copyright 1900<br />
+By Robert Howard Russell</p>
+
+
+<p class="toc">
+<a href="#THE_FIRST_ACT"><b>The First Act</b></a><br />
+<a href="#THE_SECOND_ACT"><b>The Second Act</b></a><br />
+<a href="#THE_THIRD_ACT"><b>The Third Act</b></a><br />
+<a href="#THE_FOURTH_ACT"><b>The Fourth Act</b></a><br />
+<a href="#THE_FIFTH_ACT"><b>The Fifth Act</b></a><br />
+<a href="#THE_SIXTH_ACT"><b>The Sixth Act</b></a><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="img top15"><img src="images/image6.png"
+alt="decoration"
+width="449"
+height="152"
+/></p>
+
+<h3>THE PERSONS OF THE PLAY<br />
+The cast as presented by Maude<br />Adams at the Knickerbocker<br />
+Theatre, New York, October, 1900</h3>
+
+
+<table summary="characters"
+cellspacing="0"
+cellpadding="2">
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">The Duke of Reichstadt</span>, <i>son of Napoleon I. and
+the Archduchess Maria Louisa of Austria</i></td><td align="right"><span class="name">Maude Adams</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">Flambeau</span>, <i>a veteran</i></td><td align="right"><span class="name">J. H. Gilmour</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">Prince Metternich</span>, <i>Chancellor of Austria</i></td><td align="right"><span class="name">Edwin Arden</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">Count Prokesch</span></td><td align="right"><span class="name">Percy Lyndall</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">Baron Friedrich von Gentz</span></td><td align="right"><span class="name">Eugene Jepson</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">The Attaché of the French Embassy</span> <i>at the Austrian Court</i></td><td align="right"><span class="name">Oswald York</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">The Tailor</span>, <i>a conspirator</i></td><td align="right"><span class="name">William Lewers</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">Count Maurice Dietrichstein</span></td><td align="right"><span class="name">Edward Lester</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">Baron von Obenaus</span></td><td align="right"><span class="name">R. Peyton Carter</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">The Emperor Francis of Austria</span></td><td align="right"><span class="name">Jos. Franc&oelig;ur</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">Marshal Marmont</span>, <i>Duke of Ragusa</i></td><td align="right"><span class="name">J. H. Benrimo</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">Count Sedlinzky</span>, <i>Prefect of the Austrian Police</i></td><td align="right"><span class="name">William Crosby</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">The Marquis of Bombelles</span>, <i>betrothed to Maria Louisa</i></td><td align="right"><span class="name">Clayton Legge</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">Tiburtius de Loget</span></td><td align="right"><span class="name">William Irving</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">Lord Cowley</span>, <i>English Ambassador at the Austrian Court</i></td><td align="right"><span class="name">Rienzi de Cordova</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">Count Sandor</span></td><td align="right"><span class="name">Edward Jacobs</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">Doctor Malfatti</span></td><td align="right"><span class="name">H. D. James</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">General Hartmann</span></td><td align="right"><span class="name">Herbert Carr</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">Captain Foresti</span></td><td align="right"><span class="name">John S. Robertson</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">An Austrian Sergeant</span></td><td align="right"><span class="name">Lloyd Carleton</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">A Country Doctor</span></td><td align="right"><span class="name">Frederick Spencer</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">His Son</span></td><td align="right"><span class="name">Byron Ongley</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">Thalberg</span></td><td align="right"><span class="name">B. B. Belcher</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">Montenegro</span></td><td align="right"><span class="name">Morton H. Weldon</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">The Chamberlain</span></td><td align="right"><span class="name">Charles Martin</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">An Officer of the Noble Guard</span>, <i>the Emperor of Austria's Bodyguard</i></td><td align="right"><span class="name">Henry P. Davis</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">The Marquis of Otranto</span>, <i>son of Fouche</i></td><td align="right"><span class="name">Charles Henderson</span></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td colspan="3" align="right">&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="name">Goubeaux </span></td><td align="center" style="border-right:1px solid black;border-left:1px solid black;">&nbsp;</td><td align="right"><span class="name">Don C. Merrifield</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="name">Pionnet</span></td><td align="center" style="border-right:1px solid black;border-left:1px solid black;">{<i>Bonapartist</i>}</td><td  align="right"><span class="name">Henry Clarke</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="name">Morchain</span></td><td align="center" style="border-right:1px solid black;border-left:1px solid black;">{<i>conspirators</i>}</td><td  align="right"><span class="name">Thomas H. Elwood</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="name">Guibert</span></td><td align="center" style="border-right:1px solid black;border-left:1px solid black;">&nbsp;</td><td  align="right"><span class="name">George Klein</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="name">Borowski</span></td><td align="center" style="border-right:1px solid black;border-left:1px solid black;">&nbsp;</td><td  align="right"><span class="name">Frank Goodman</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="3">&nbsp;</td></tr>
+
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">First Police Officer</span></td><td align="right"><span class="name">Ralph Yoerg</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">First Archduke</span>, <i>a child</i></td><td align="right"><span class="name">Walter Butterworth</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">Second Archduke</span>, <i>a child</i></td><td align="right"><span class="name">John Leeman</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">Maria Louisa</span>, <i>second wife of Napoleon I., widow of Count Neipperg</i></td><td align="right"><span class="name">Ida Waterman</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">The Archduchess Sophia of Austria</span></td><td align="right"><span class="name">Sarah Converse</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">Theresa de Loget</span>, <i>sister of Tiburtius de Loget</i></td><td align="right"><span class="name">Ellie Collmer</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">The Countess Napoleone Camerata</span>, <i>daughter of Napoleon's sister, Elisa Baciocchi</i></td><td align="right"><span class="name">Sarah Perry</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">Fanny Elssler</span></td><td align="right"><span class="name">Margaret Gordon</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">Scarampi</span>, <i>Mistress of the Robes</i></td><td align="right"><span class="name">Francis Comstock</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">Mina</span>, <i>a maid-of-honor</i></td><td align="right"><span class="name">Edith Scott</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="name">An Archduchess</span>, <i>a child</i></td><td align="right"><span class="name">Beatrice Morrison</span></td></tr>
+</table>
+
+
+
+<p><i>Princes</i>, <i>Princesses</i>, <i>Archdukes</i>, <i>Archduchesses</i>, <i>Maids-of-Honor</i>,
+<i>Officers</i>, <i>Noble Guard</i>, <i>Masks (Male and Female)</i>, <i>Crotian
+Peasants</i>, <i>Hungarian Peasant</i>, <i>Austrian Soldiers</i>, <i>Police Officers</i>.</p>
+
+<p><i>The period covered by the play is from 1830 to 1832.</i></p>
+
+<p class="img"><img src="images/image7.png"
+alt="decoration"
+width="441"
+height="140"
+/></p>
+
+
+<p class="img"><img src="images/image8.png"
+style="padding-top:15%;"
+alt="THE DUKE OF REICHSTADT
+FROM THE PAINTING BY SIR THOMAS LAWRENCE"
+width="359"
+height="371"
+/></p>
+<p class="duc"
+style="padding-bottom:15%;">THE DUKE OF REICHSTADT<br />
+FROM THE PAINTING BY SIR THOMAS LAWRENCE</p>
+
+<p class="imgr"><img src="images/image9.png"
+style="padding:10%;"
+alt="decoration N and crown"
+width="257"
+height="383"
+/></p>
+
+
+<h2><a name="THE_FIRST_ACT" id="THE_FIRST_ACT"></a>THE FIRST ACT</h2>
+
+<p class="imgl"><img src="images/image10.png"
+style="padding:10%;"
+alt="decoration"
+width="94"
+height="400"
+/></p>
+
+
+<p class="imgl"><img src="images/image11.png"
+style="padding:5%;"
+alt="decoration"
+width="428"
+height="284"
+/></p>
+
+
+
+<h2>L'AIGLON</h2>
+
+<h3 class="top5">THE FIRST ACT</h3>
+
+<p><i>At Baden, near Vienna, in 1830.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>The drawing-room of the villa occupied by</i> <span class="smcap">Maria Louisa</span>. <i>The
+walls are painted al fresco in bright colors. The frieze is
+decorated with a design of sphinxes.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>At the back, between two other windows, a window reaching to the
+ground and forming the entrance from the garden. Beyond, the
+balustrade of the terrace leading into the garden; a glimpse of
+lindens and pine-trees. A magnificent day in the beginning of
+September. Empire furniture of lemonwood decorated with bronze. A
+large china stove in the centre of the wall on the left. In front
+of it a door. On the right, two doors. The first leads to the
+apartments of</i> <span class="smcap">Maria Louisa</span>. <i>In front of the window on the left at
+the back an Erard piano of the period, and a harp. A big table on
+the right, and against the right wall a small table with shelves
+filled with books. On the left, facing the audience, a Récamier
+couch, and a large stand for candlesticks. A great many flowers in
+vases. Framed engravings on the walls representing the members of
+the Imperial Family of Austria. A portrait of the Emperor Francis.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>At the rise of the curtain a group of elegant ladies is discovered
+at the further end of the room. Two of them are seated at the
+piano, with their backs to the audience, playing a duet. Another is
+at the harp. They are playing at sight, amid much laughter and many
+interruptions. A lackey ushers in a modestly dressed young girl who
+is accompanied by an officer of the Austrian Cavalry. Seeing that
+no one notices their entrance, these two remain standing a moment
+in a corner. The</i> <span class="smcap">Count de Bombelles</span> <i>comes in from the door on the
+right and goes toward the piano. He sees the young girl, and stops,
+with a smile.</i></p>
+
+
+<p class="drama">
+<span class="character">The Ladies.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Surrounding the piano, laughing, and all talking at<br />
+the same time.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+She misses all the flats!&mdash;It's scandalous!&mdash;<br />
+I'll take the bass!&mdash;Loud pedal!&mdash;One! Two!&mdash;Harp!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Bombelles.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Theresa</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+What! You!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Good-day, my Lord Bombelles!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Lady.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>At the piano.</i>]<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19.5em;"><i>Mi, sol.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+I enter on my readership&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Another Lady.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>At the piano.</i>]<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">The flats!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+It's thanks to you.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Bombelles.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">My dear Theresa! Nothing!</span><br />
+You are my relative, and you are French.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Presenting the officer.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Tiburtius&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Bombelles.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Ah, your brother!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He gives him his hand and pushes forward a</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>chair for</i> <span class="smcap">Theresa.</span>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">Take a seat.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+I'm very nervous.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Bombelles.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>With a smile.</i>]<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Heavens! What about?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+To venture near the persons of the two<br />
+The Emperor left!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Bombelles.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Oh, is that all, my child?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+Our people hated Bonaparte of old&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Yes&mdash;but to see&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Bombelles.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">His widow?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">And perhaps</span><br />
+His son?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Bombelles.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Assuredly.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Why, it would mean</span><br />
+I'd never thought or read, and was not French,<br />
+Nor born in recent years, if I could stand<br />
+Unmoved so near them. Is she lovely?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Bombelles.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Who?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Her Majesty of Parma?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Bombelles.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Why&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">She's sad</span><br />
+And that itself is beauty.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Bombelles.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">But I'm puzzled.</span><br />
+Surely you've seen her?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">No.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">We've just come in.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Bombelles.</span><br />
+<br />
+Yes, but&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">We feared we might disturb these ladies</span><br />
+Whose laughter sings new gamuts to the piano.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Here in my corner I await her notice.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Bombelles.</span><br />
+<br />
+What? Why, it's she who's playing bass this moment!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+The Emp&mdash;?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Bombelles.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">I'll go and tell her.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He goes to the piano and whispers to one of the</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;"><i>ladies who are playing.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Turning.</i>]<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">Ah! this child&mdash;</span><br />
+Quite a pathetic story&mdash;yes&mdash;you told me:<br />
+A brother&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Bombelles.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">Father exiled. Son an exile.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+The Austrian uniform is to my taste;<br />
+And then there's fox-hunting, which I adore.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Theresa.</span>]<br />
+<br />
+So that's the rascal whose extravagance<br />
+Eats up your little fortune?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">Oh!&mdash;my brother&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+The wretch has ruined you, but you forgive him!<br />
+Theresa de Loget, I think you're charming!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>She takes</i> <span class="smcap">Theresa</span> <i>by both hands and makes her</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>sit beside her on the couch.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<span class="smcap">Bombelles</span> and <span class="smcap">Tiburtius</span> <i>retire to the back.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+Now you're among my ladies. I may boast<br />
+I'm not unpleasant; rather sad at times<br />
+Since&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">I am grieved beyond the power of words.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Yes, to be sure. It was a grievous loss.<br />
+That lovely soul was little known!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17.5em;">Oh, surely!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Turning to</i> <span class="smcap">Bombelles</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+I've just been writing; they're to keep his horse&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Theresa</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+Since the dear General's death&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">The&mdash;General's?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+He'd kept that title.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">Ah, I understand!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+I weep.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">That title was his greatest glory.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+One cannot know at first all one has lost;<br />
+And I lost all when General Neipperg died.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Neipperg?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">I came to Baden for distraction.</span><br />
+It's nice. So near Vienna.&mdash;Ah, my dear,<br />
+My nerves are troublesome; they say I'm thinner&mdash;<br />
+And growing very like Madame de Berry.<br />
+'Twas Vitrolles said so. Now I do my hair<br />
+Like her. Why did not Heaven take me too?<br />
+This villa's small, of course; but 'tisn't bad;<br />
+Metternich is our guest in passing.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>She points to the door on the left.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">There.</span><br />
+He leaves to-night. The life at Baden's gay.<br />
+We have the Sandors and the pianist Thalberg,<br />
+And Montenegro sings to us in Spanish.<br />
+Fontana howls an air from <i>Figaro</i>.<br />
+The wife of the Ambassador of England<br />
+And the Archduchess come; we go for drives&mdash;<br />
+But nothing soothes my grief!&mdash;Ah, could the General&mdash;!<br />
+Of course you're coming to the ball to-night?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa</span>.<br />
+<br />
+Why&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa</span>.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">At the Meyendorffs'. Strauss will be there.</span><br />
+She must be present, mustn't she, Bombelles?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa</span>.<br />
+<br />
+May I solicit of your Majesty<br />
+News of the Duke of Reichstadt?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa</span>.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">In good health.</span><br />
+He coughs a little; but the air of Baden<br />
+Is good for him. He's quite a man. He's reached<br />
+The critical hour of entrance in the world!<br />
+Oh dear! when I consider he's already<br />
+Lieutenant-Colonel! Think how grieved I am<br />
+Never to have seen him in his uniform!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Enter the</i> <span class="smcap">Doctor</span> <i>and his son, bringing a box.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa</span>.<br />
+<br />
+Ah! These must be for him!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Doctor</span>.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Yes; the collections.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Please put them down.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Bombelles.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">What are they?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Doctor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Butterflies.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Butterflies?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Yes; when I was visiting</span><br />
+This amiable old man, the local doctor,<br />
+I saw his boy arranging these collections.<br />
+I sighed aloud, Alas! would but my son,<br />
+Whom nothing moves, take interest in these!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Doctor.</span><br />
+<br />
+So then I answered, Well, your Majesty,<br />
+One never knows. Why not? We can but try;<br />
+I'll bring my butterflies!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">His butterflies!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Could he but leave his solitary musings<br />
+To occupy his mind with&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Doctor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Lepidoptera.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Leave them; come back; he's out at present.<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Theresa.</span>] You<br />
+Come, I'll present you to Scarampi. She's<br />
+The Mistress of the Robes.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>She sees</i> <span class="smcap">Metternich</span>, <i>who enters L.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Ah, Metternich!</span><br />
+Dear Prince, we leave you the saloon.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19.5em;">Indeed,</span><br />
+I had to come here to receive the Envoy&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+I know&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Of General Belliard, French Ambassador;</span><br />
+And Councillor Gentz, and several Estafets.<br />
+With your permission&mdash;<br />
+[<i>To a lackey.</i>] First, Baron von Gentz.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+The room is yours.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>She goes out with</i> <span class="smcap">Theresa</span>. <span class="smcap">Tiburtius</span> <i>and</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><span class="smcap">Bombelles</span> <i>follow her</i>. <span class="smcap">Gentz</span> <i>enters</i>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Good-morning, Gentz. You know</span><br />
+The Emperor recalls me to Vienna?<br />
+I'm going back to-day.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">Ah?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Yes; it's tiresome&mdash;</span><br />
+The town in summer!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Empty as my pocket.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+Oh, come now! No offence, you know, but&mdash;eh?<br />
+Surely the Russian Government has&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>Me!</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+Be frank. Who's bought you? Eh?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Munching sweetmeats.</i>]<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">The highest bidder.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+Where does the money go?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Smelling at a scent-bottle he has taken out of his<br />
+pocket.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">In riotous living.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+Good Heavens! And you're considered my right hand!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+Let not your left know what your right receives.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+Sweetmeats and perfumes! Oh!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">Why, yes, of course.</span><br />
+I've money; I love sweets and perfumes. Yes,<br />
+I'm a depraved old baby.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">Affectation!</span><br />
+Mere pose of self-contempt.<br />
+[<i>Suddenly.</i>] And Fanny?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+Elssler? Won't love me. I'm ridiculous<br />
+From every point of view. She loves the Duke.<br />
+I'm but a screen; but I'm content to suffer<br />
+When I remember how it serves the state<br />
+If he's amused. And so I play the fool,<br />
+And dance attendance on the little dancer.<br />
+She bade me bring her here this very night,<br />
+Just to surprise the Duke.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">You scandalize me.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+His mother's going out. There's dancing.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He hands</i> <span class="smcap">Metternich</span> <i>a letter which he has</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;"><i>taken out of a pocket-book</i>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20.5em;">Read&mdash;</span><br />
+From Fouché's son.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Reading the letter.</i>] August the twentieth,<br />
+Eighteen hundred and thirty&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+He'd transform&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">Good Viscount of Otranto!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+Our Duke of Reichstadt to Napoleon Two.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Handing back the letter.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+A list of partisans?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">Yes.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">Make a note.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+Do we refuse?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Without destroying hope.</span><br />
+Ah, but my little Colonel serves me well<br />
+To keep these Frenchmen straight. When they forget<br />
+Their Metternich, and lean too much to the left,<br />
+I let him show his nose out of his box, and&mdash;crack!&mdash;<br />
+When they come right, I pop him in again!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+When can one see the springs work?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Now.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8em;">[<i>Enter the French</i> <span class="smcap">Attaché</span>.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20.5em;">The Envoy</span><br />
+Of General Belliard. Welcome, sir.<br />
+[<i>Hands him papers.</i>] The papers.<br />
+We accept in principle King Louis Philip;<br />
+But don't let's have too much of '99,<br />
+Or we might crack a little egg-shell!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Sir,</span><br />
+Are you alluding to Prince Francis Charles?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+The Duke of Reichstadt? Oh, sir, as for me,<br />
+I don't admit his father reigned.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Generously.</i>]<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">I do.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+So I'll do nothing for the Duke. Yet&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19.5em;">Yet?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+Yet, should you give too loose a reign to freedom,<br />
+Permit yourself the slightest propaganda,<br />
+Let Monsieur Royer-Collard come too often<br />
+And bare his bosom to your king; in short,<br />
+If your new kingdom's too republican,<br />
+We might&mdash;our temper's not angelical&mdash;<br />
+We might remember Francis is our grandson.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+Our lilies never shall turn red.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">And while</span><br />
+They keep their whiteness bees shall not approach them.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+'Tis feared in spite of you the Duke may hope.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+No.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Things are happening.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">But we filter them.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+Doesn't he know that France has changed her king?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+Yes; but the detail he does not yet know<br />
+Is that his father's flag, the tricolor,<br />
+Is re-established. 'Twill be time enough&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+He would be drunk with hope!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">We'll keep him sober.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+He's not so strictly guarded here at Baden.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+Oh, here there's nought to fear. He's with his mother.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+Well, sir?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">What spy could have such interest</span><br />
+In watching him? For any plot would trouble<br />
+Her lovely calm.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">Is not that calmness feigned?</span><br />
+She cannot have a thought but for her eaglet!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23.5em;">[<i>Entering hurriedly.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+My parrot!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Starting.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Eh?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Metternich</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">Margharitina's flown!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+Oh!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">My parrot, Margharitina!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Attaché</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">There, sir!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Maria Louisa</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+May I not seek it, Highness?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Curtly.</i>]<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">No. [<i>She goes out.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Metternich</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">What's wrong?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+We say, Your Majesty; you called her Highness.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+But if we don't allow the Emperor reigned<br />
+She cannot be addressed as Majesty<br />
+Except as Parma's Duchess&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">That's her title.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+Then that was why she looked such daggers at me!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+Question of protocols and of precedence.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Preparing to take his leave.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+May the French Embassy from this day forward<br />
+Display the tricolor cockade?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>With a sigh.</i>] Of course,<br />
+Since we're agreed&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Seeing the</i> <span class="smcap">Attaché</span> <i>silently throw away the</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>white cockade which was on his hat and replace</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>it with a tricolor which he takes out of his</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>pocket.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Come, come! You lose no time!</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Noise of harness-bells without.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+What is it now?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Who is on the terrace.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8em;">The guests of the Archduke.</span><br />
+The Meyendorffs, Lord Cowley, Thalberg&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Bombelles.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Who has quickly come in R. at the sound of the</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;"><i>bells, followed by</i> <span class="smcap">Tiburtius</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21.5em;">Meet them!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Appearing on the threshold surrounded by a</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>crowd of lords and ladies in elegant summer</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>costumes. (Light dresses and parasols; large</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>hats.) Two little boys and a little girl dressed in the</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>latest fashion.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+'Tis but a villa; not a palace.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>The room is crowded. She turns to a young</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>man.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">Quick!</span><br />
+Thalberg, my Tarantelle!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<span class="smcap">Thalberg</span> <i>sits at the piano and plays.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Metternich</span>.] Where is her Majesty,<br />
+<br />
+My lovely sister?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Lady.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">We looked in to fetch her.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Another Lady.</span><br />
+<br />
+We're rushing through the valley on a coach.<br />
+Sandor is driving.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Man's Voice.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">We must thrust the lava</span><br />
+Back in its crater!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Oh! do hold your tongues</span><br />
+They will insist on talking of volcanoes.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Bombelles.</span><br />
+<br />
+What's this volcano?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Lady.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To another.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">Astrachan this winter.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sandor.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Bombelles</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+Why, liberal opinions.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Bombelles.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">Ah!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Lord Cowley.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Or, rather, France!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Attaché</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+You hear him?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Lady.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To a young man.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">Montenegro, sing to me</span><br />
+Under your breath, for me alone.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Montenegro.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Whom</i> <span class="smcap">Thalberg</span> <i>accompanies, sings very softly.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Corazon&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>He continues, pianissimo.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Another Lady.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Gentz</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+Ah, Gentz!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>She dips into her reticule.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Some bon-bons, Gentz?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>She gives him some.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17.5em;">You are an angel.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Another Lady.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Similar business.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Perfume from Paris?<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>She takes out a little bottle of scent and gives it to him.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Hurriedly to</i> <span class="smcap">Gentz</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">Tear the label off!</span><br />
+"The Reichstadt scent"!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Smelling perfume.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">It smells of violets.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Snatches the bottle out of his hand and scrapes</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>the label off with a pair of scissors he takes from</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>the table.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+If the Duke came he'd see that still at Paris&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Voice.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Among the group at the back of the stage.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+The Hydra lifts its head&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Lady.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Our husbands talk</span><br />
+Of Hydras!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Lord Cowley.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">And it must be stifled.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Lady.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17.5em;">Yes;</span><br />
+Volcanoes first, then hydras.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Maid of Honor of Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Followed by a servant bringing a tray with large</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>glasses of iced coffee.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;"><i>Eis-Kaffee?</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Seated; to a young lady.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Recite some verses, Olga.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">May we have</span><br />
+Something of Heine's?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Several Voices.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Yes!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Olga.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Rising.</i>]<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">The Grenadiers?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Quickly.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Oh! No!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Scarampi.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Coming out of</i> <span class="smcap">Maria Louisa's</span> <i>apartment.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Her Majesty is on her way!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">All.</span><br />
+<br />
+Scarampi!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sandor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">We'll drive out to Krainerhütten,</span><br />
+The ladies there can rest upon the green.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Gentz</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+What are you reading yonder?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">The "Debats."</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Lord Cowley.</span><br />
+<br />
+The politics?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">The Theatres.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">How futile!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+Guess what they're playing at the Vaudeville.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+Well?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">"Bonaparte."</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>With indifference.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">Oh?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">The Nouveautés?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+Well?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">"Bonaparte." And the Variétés?</span><br />
+"Napoleon." The Luxembourg announces<br />
+"Fourteen years of his life." At the Gymnase<br />
+They are reviving the "Return from Russia."<br />
+What is the Gaiety to play this season?<br />
+"Napoleon's Coachman" and "La Malmaison."<br />
+An unknown author's done "Saint Helena."<br />
+The Porte-Saint-Martin's going to produce<br />
+"Napoleon."<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Lord Cowley.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">It's the fashion.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">It's the rage.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+The Ambigu "Murat;" the Cirque "The Emperor."<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sandor.</span><br />
+<br />
+A fashion.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Bombelles.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Yes, a fashion.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">Yes, a fashion</span><br />
+Which will recur from time to time in France.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Lady.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Reading the paper over</i> <span class="smcap">Gentz's</span> <i>shoulder through</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>a long-handled eye-glass.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+They want to bring his ashes home.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">The Ph&oelig;nix</span><br />
+May rise again, but not the eagle.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">What</span><br />
+An unknown quantity is France!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">Oh, no;</span><br />
+I've gauged it.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Lady.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">Well, then, mighty prophet, speak!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+His words are graven in bronze.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">Or, maybe, zinc.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Lord Cowley.</span><br />
+<br />
+Who will be France's Saviour?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">Henry the Fifth.</span><br />
+The others&mdash;Fashion.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">That's a useful name</span><br />
+For calling glory by at times.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">So long</span><br />
+As all the shouting's only done in theatres,<br />
+I think there's no&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Cries.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Without.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">Long live Napoleon!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">All.</span><br />
+<br />
+What?&mdash;Here, at Baden!&mdash;Here!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">Ridiculous!</span><br />
+Pray, have no fear!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Lord Cowley.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">We must not lose our heads</span><br />
+Because a name is shouted.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">He is dead.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>On the terrace.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+It's nothing.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">Yes, but what?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">An Austrian soldier.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+Austrian?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Two of them. I saw them.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">Vexing!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Entering hurriedly and pale with fear from her room.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Did you not hear the shout? Oh, horrible!<br />
+It brought to mind&mdash;One day the people surged<br />
+About my coach in Parma with that cry!<br />
+It's done to vex me!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">What could it have meant?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+Two of the Duke of Reichstadt's regiment<br />
+Caught sight of him as he was riding homeward.<br />
+You know the deep ditch bordering the road?<br />
+His Highness wished to leap it, but his horse<br />
+Shied, swerved, and backed. The Duke sat firm,<br />
+And brought him to it again, and&mdash;over! Then<br />
+The men, to applaud him, shouted. And that's all.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To a lackey.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Fetch one of them at once!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">They seek my death!</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>An Austrian sergeant is brought in.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+A sergeant! Now, my man, speak up. What meant<br />
+That shouting?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Sergeant.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8em;">I don't know.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">What! You don't know?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Sergeant.</span><br />
+<br />
+No; nor downstairs the corporal don't know neither.<br />
+He shouted with me. It was good to see<br />
+The Prince so young and slender on his horse.<br />
+And then we're proud of having for our Colonel<br />
+The son of&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">That'll do.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Sergeant.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">He took the ditch</span><br />
+So cool and calm! As pretty as a picture!<br />
+So then a sort of lump came in our throats,<br />
+Pride and affection&mdash;I don't know&mdash;we shouted<br />
+"Long live&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">Enough, enough! It's just as easy</span><br />
+To shout "Long live the Duke of Reichstadt," idiot!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Sergeant.</span><br />
+<br />
+Well&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">What?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Sergeant.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">"Long live the Duke of Reichstadt"</span><br />
+Isn't so easy as "Long live&mdash;"<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">Be off.</span><br />
+Don't shout at all!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Sergeant</span> <i>as he passes him to go out.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">You fool!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To the ladies who surround her.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">I'm better, thank you.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+The Empress!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Dietrichstein</span>, <i>pointing to</i> <span class="smcap">Theresa</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Baron Dietrichstein, this is</span><br />
+My new companion-reader.<br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Theresa</span>, <i>presenting</i> <span class="smcap">Dietrichstein</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">My son's tutor.</span><br />
+And, by the way, I've never thought of asking&mdash;<br />
+Do you read well?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Oh, very!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">I don't know.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Take one of Franz's books from yonder table,<br />
+Open it anywhere.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Taking a book and reading the title.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">"Andromache"&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>She reads.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+"What is this fear, my lord, which strikes the heart?<br />
+Has any Trojan hero slipped his chains?<br />
+Their hate of Hector is not yet appeased:<br />
+They dread his son! fit object of their dread!<br />
+A hapless child, who is not yet aware<br />
+His master's Pyrrhus and his father Hector."<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">[<i>General embarrassment.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+I&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Charming voice.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Select another passage.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+"Alas the day, when, prompted by his valor,<br />
+To seek Achilles and to meet his doom,<br />
+He called his son and wrapped him to his heart:<br />
+'Dear wife,' quoth he, and brushed away a tear,<br />
+'I know not what the fates may have in store.<br />
+I leave my son to thee&mdash;'"<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">[<i>General embarrassment.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">H'm&mdash;yes&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20em;">Let's try</span><br />
+Some other volume. Take&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">The "Meditations"?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+I know the author! 'Twill not be so dull.<br />
+He dined with us. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Scarampi</span>.] The Diplomat,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">you know.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Reads.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+"Never had hymns more strenuous and high<br />
+From seraph lips rung through the listening sky:<br />
+Courage! Oh, fallen child of godlike race&mdash;"<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Who has entered unnoticed.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Forgive the interruption, Lamartine!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Well, Franz? A pleasant ride?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">Delightful, mother.</span><br />
+But, Mademoiselle, where did my entrance stop you?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Looking at him with emotion.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+"Courage! Oh, fallen child of godlike race,<br />
+The glory of your birth is in your face!<br />
+All men who look on you&mdash;"<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">That's quite sufficient.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To the children.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Go, bid good morrow to your cousin.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>The children run up to the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>, <i>who is seated,</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>and surround him.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Scarampi.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Theresa</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">Fie!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Why, what?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Lady.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Looking at the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">How pale he is!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Another Lady.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">He looks half dead!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Scarampi.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Theresa</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+You chose such awkward passages.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">The book</span><br />
+Fell open by itself. I did not choose.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Who has overheard.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Books always open where most often read.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Looking at the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+Archdukes upon his knees!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Leaning over the back of the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke's</span> <i>chair.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">I am delighted</span><br />
+To see you, Franz. I am your friend.<br />
+<br />
+[<i>She holds out her hand to him.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Kissing her hand.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">I know it.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Theresa</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+What do you think of him? I say he's like<br />
+A cherub who had secretly read "Werther."<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Little Girl.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+How nice your collar is!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">Your Highness flatters.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+His collars!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Little Boy.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">No one has such sticks!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19em;">No. No one.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+His sticks!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Other Little Boy.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Oh! and your gloves!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17.5em;">Superb, my dear.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Little Girl.</span><br />
+<br />
+What is your waistcoat made of?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">That's cashmere.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Oh!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And you wear your nosegay&mdash;?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17.5em;">Latest fashion:</span><br />
+In the third buttonhole. So glad you noticed.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>At this moment</i> <span class="smcap">Theresa</span> <i>bursts into sobs.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Ladies.</span><br />
+<br />
+Eh? What's the matter?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Nothing. I don't know.</span><br />
+Forgive me. I'm alone here&mdash;far from friends.<br />
+Oh, it was silly!&mdash;suddenly&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">Poor dear!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+I held my heart in&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Tears will do you good.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+What's this I trod on? Why, a white cockade!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+H'm!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Attaché</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Yours, no doubt, sir. Favor me: your hat.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Attaché</span> <i>gives him his hat unwillingly.</i><br />
+<i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span> <i>sees the tricolor cockade.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Ah!<br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Metternich</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">I was not aware&mdash;but then&mdash;the flag?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+Highness&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Is that changed, too?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17.5em;">A trivial detail.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Nothing.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Question of color&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">Of a shade.</span><br />
+See for yourself. Looked at in certain lights,<br />
+I really think this is the more effective. [<i>He moves<br />
+a few steps.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>His mother takes him by the arm and leads him</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>to the butterfly-cases, which the</i> <span class="smcap">Doctor</span>, <i>who</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>has come back, has spread out.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Butterflies?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">You admire the black one?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20.5em;">Charming.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Doctor.</span><br />
+<br />
+The plants it loves are umbelliferous.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+It seems to see me with its wings.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Doctor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Those eyes?</span><br />
+We call them lunulæ.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Indeed? I'm glad.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Doctor.</span><br />
+<br />
+Are you examining the spotted grey?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+No, sir.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Doctor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">What then, my lord?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">The pin that killed it.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Doctor.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Maria Louisa</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+No use.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Scarampi</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">We'll wait. I count on the effect&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Scarampi.</span><br />
+<br />
+Ah, yes!&mdash;Of our surprise.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Who has approached the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">A sweetmeat?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Taking one and tasting it.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">Perfect.</span><br />
+A flavor of verbena and of pear,<br />
+And something else&mdash;wait&mdash;yes&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">It's not worth while&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+What's not worth while?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">To feign an interest.</span><br />
+I'm not so blind as Metternich.<br />
+<br />
+[<i>He offers him another sweetmeat.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">A chocolate?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+What do you see?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">I see a youth who suffers,</span><br />
+Rather than live a favored prince's life.<br />
+Your soul is still alive, but here at court<br />
+They'll lull it fast asleep with love and music.<br />
+I had a soul once, like the rest of the world;<br />
+But&mdash;! And I wither, decently obscene&mdash;<br />
+Till some day, in the cause of liberty,<br />
+One of those rash young fools of the University<br />
+Amid my sweetmeats, perfumes, and dishonor<br />
+Slays me as Kotzebue was slain by Sand.<br />
+Yes, I'm afraid&mdash;do try a sugared raisin&mdash;<br />
+That I shall perish at his hand.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">You will.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+What?&mdash;How?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">A youth will slay you.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">But&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+A youth of your acquaintance.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">Sir&mdash;?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19.5em;">His name</span><br />
+Is Frederick. 'Tis the youth you were yourself.<br />
+For now he's risen again in you; and since<br />
+He whispers in your ear like dull remorse,<br />
+All's over with you: he will show no mercy.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+'Tis true, my youth cuts like a knife within me.<br />
+Ah, well I knew that gaze had not deceived me!<br />
+'Tis that of one who ponders upon Empire.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+I do not understand, sir, what you mean.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He moves away.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Gentz</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+You've had a chat with&mdash;?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Yes.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">Delightful?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Very.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+He's in the hollow of my hand.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">Entirely.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Stopping before</i> <span class="smcap">Theresa</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+Why did you weep?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Because, my Lord&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19.5em;">Ah, no!</span><br />
+I know. But do not weep.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Bowing to the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">I take my leave.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>He goes out with the</i> <span class="smcap">Attaché</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Maria Louisa</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Dietrichstein</span>, <i>who are turning<br />
+over some papers on his table.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Examining my work?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Dietrichstein.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">It's excellent.</span><br />
+But why on purpose make mistakes in German?<br />
+Pure mischief!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Oh! and at your age, mischief!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+How can I help it? I am not an eagle.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Dietrichstein.</span><br />
+<br />
+You still make France a noun of feminine gender.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+I never know what's <i>der</i> or <i>die</i> or <i>das</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Dietrichstein.</span><br />
+<br />
+In this case neuter is correct.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">But mean.</span><br />
+I don't much care about a neuter France.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Thalberg</span>, <i>who is playing softly on the piano.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+My son detests all music.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">I detest it.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Lord Cowley.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Coming toward the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+Highness&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Dietrichstein.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Aside to the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">A pleasant word.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Eh?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Dietrichstein.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17.5em;">The English</span><br />
+Ambassador.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Lord Cowley.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Where had you been just now</span><br />
+When you came galloping and out of breath?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+I? To Saint Helena.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Lord Cowley.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">I beg your pardon?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+A wholesome, leafy nook. So gay!&mdash;At evening<br />
+Delightful. I should like to see you there.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Hastily to the</i> <span class="smcap">Ambassador</span>, <i>while the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span> <i>moves<br />
+away.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+They call the village in the Helenenthal<br />
+Saint Helena. A fashionable stroll.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Lord Cowley.</span><br />
+<br />
+Ah, really? I was almost wondering<br />
+Whether he meant it as a hit&mdash;?<br />
+[<i>He turns away.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Lifting his hands in amazement at</i> <span class="smcap">Lord Cowley's</span><br />
+<i>dulness.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">These English!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Voices.</span><br />
+<br />
+We're off!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Maria Louisa</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Louisa?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">No, I stay at home.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Voices.</span><br />
+<br />
+The carriages.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8em;">And you, Franz?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">He hates nature.</span><br />
+He even gallops through Saint Helena.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Yes! I gallop!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">[<i>General leave-taking and gradual departure.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8em;"><i>So</i> devoid of fancy!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Montenegro.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Going.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+I know a place for supper where the cider&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Cries.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Without.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Good-bye! Good-bye!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>On the terrace.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Don't talk about the hydra!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Tiburtius</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+Brother, good-bye!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Good-by.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>He goes out with</i> <span class="smcap">Bombelles</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To the Maids of Honor, indicating</i> <span class="smcap">Theresa</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Show her her rooms.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<span class="smcap">Theresa</span> <i>goes out accompanied by the Maids of</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>Honor.</i> <span class="smcap">Maria Louisa</span> <i>calls the Duke, who was</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>going toward the garden.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Franz!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He turns.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Now I'm going to amuse you.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">Really?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<span class="smcap">Scarampi</span> <i>carefully closes all the doors.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Hush!&mdash;I've conspired!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Mother! You!&mdash;Conspired!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Hush! They've forbidden whatever comes from France&mdash;<br />
+But I have ordered secretly from Paris,<br />
+From the best houses&mdash;Oh! my fop shall smile!&mdash;<br />
+For you, a tailor,<br />
+<br />
+[<i>Pointing to</i> <span class="smcap">Scarampi</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">and for us, a fitter.</span><br />
+I really think the notion&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">Exquisite!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Scarampi.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Opening the door of</i> <span class="smcap">Maria Louisa's</span> <i>apartment.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Come in!<br />
+<br />
+[<i>Enter a young lady, dressed with the elegance of<br />
+a milliner's dummy, and carrying two great<br />
+card-board dress-boxes, and a young man<br />
+dressed like a fashion plate, who also carries<br />
+two big boxes.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Tailor.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Coming down to the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>, <i>while the young lady unpacks<br />
+the dresses on a sofa at the back.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">If you will favor me, my Lord&mdash;</span><br />
+I've here some charming novelties. My clients<br />
+Are good enough to trust my taste: I guide them.<br />
+The neck-cloths first. A languid violet;<br />
+A serious brown. Bandannas are much worn.<br />
+I note with pleasure that your Highness knows<br />
+The delicate art of building up a stock.<br />
+Here's a check pattern makes an elegant knot.<br />
+How does this waistcoat strike your Lordship's fancy,<br />
+Down which meander wreaths of blossoms?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20.5em;">Hideous!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Tailor.</span><br />
+<br />
+Will these, I wonder, leave your Highness cold?<br />
+Here's doeskin. Here a genuine Scottish tweed.<br />
+Bottle-green riding-coat with narrow cuffs;<br />
+Extremely gentlemanly. Here's a waistcoat:<br />
+Six-buttoned. Three left open. Very tasty.<br />
+Now, what about this blue frock-coat? We've rubbed<br />
+The newness off artistically. Worn<br />
+With salt and pepper trousers, what a picture!<br />
+We'll throw aside this heavy yellow stuff&mdash;<br />
+Can Hamlet wear the clumsy clouts of Falstaff?&mdash;<br />
+We'll pass to mantles, Prince. A splendid plaid,<br />
+Demi-collar with simili-sleeves behind.<br />
+Eccentric? Granted.&mdash;This, called the <i>Roulière</i>:<br />
+Sober, a large, Hidalgo-like effect;<br />
+The very thing to woo a Doña Sol in.<br />
+Excellent workmanship; a silver chain; the collar<br />
+Of finest sable; made in our own workshops;<br />
+Simple, but what a cut! The cut is everything.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+The Duke is weary of your chatter.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">No.</span><br />
+He sets me dreaming. I'm not used to it.<br />
+For when my tailor from Vienna comes<br />
+I never hear these bright, descriptive words;<br />
+And so this wealth of curious adjectives<br />
+And all that seems to you mere vulgar chatter,<br />
+Has moved me&mdash;stirred me. Let him be, dear mother.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Going to the fitter.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+We'll look at ours. Shoulder of mutton sleeves?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Fitter.</span><br />
+<br />
+Always.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Tailor.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Displaying a pattern.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">This cloth is called Marengo.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20em;">What?</span><br />
+Marengo?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Tailor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Yes; it wears uncommon well.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+So I should think. Marengo lasts forever.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Tailor.</span><br />
+<br />
+Your Highness orders&mdash;?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">I have need of nothing.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Tailor.</span><br />
+<br />
+One always needs a perfect-fitting coat.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+I might invent&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Tailor.</span>.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">To suit your personal taste?</span><br />
+O client, soar to fancy's wildest heights!<br />
+Speak! We will follow! That's our special line;<br />
+Why, we are Monsieur Théophile Gautier's tailors.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Let's see&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Fitter.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">A Panama with muslin trimmings&mdash;</span><br />
+That's not the sort of hat for everybody.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Could you make&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Tailor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Anything.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">A&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Tailor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">What you choose!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+A coat?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Tailor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Assuredly.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">Of broadcloth. Yes</span><br />
+But now the texture? Simple?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Tailor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">Certainly.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+And then the color. What do you say to green?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Tailor.</span><br />
+<br />
+Green's capital.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">A little coat of green.</span><br />
+With glimpses of the waistcoat?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Tailor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">Coat wide open!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Then, to give color when the wearer moves,<br />
+The skirts are lined with scarlet.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Tailor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Scarlet!</span><br />
+Oh, ravishing.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Well, but about the waistcoat.</span><br />
+How do you see the waistcoat?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Tailor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">Shall we say&mdash;?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+The waistcoat's white.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Tailor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">What taste!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">And then I think</span><br />
+Knee breeches.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Tailor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Ah!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">Yes.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Tailor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Any color?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19.5em;">No.</span><br />
+I rather think I see them white cashmere.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Tailor.</span><br />
+<br />
+Well, after all, white is the more becoming.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+The buttons are engraved.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Tailor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">That's not good style.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Yes; something&mdash;nothing&mdash;merely little eagles.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Tailor.</span><br />
+<br />
+Eagles!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Well? What are you afraid of, sir?</span><br />
+And wherefore does your hand shake, master tailor?<br />
+What is there strange about the suit of clothes?<br />
+Do you no longer boast your skill to make it?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Fitter.</span><br />
+<br />
+Coalscuttle bonnet neatly trimmed with poppies.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Take home your latest fashions and your patterns;<br />
+That little suit's the only one I want.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Tailor.</span><br />
+<br />
+But I&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">'Tis well. Begone, and be discreet.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Tailor.</span><br />
+<br />
+Yet&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">'Twould not fit me.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Tailor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">It would fit you.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23.5em;">What!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Tailor.</span><br />
+<br />
+It would fit you well.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">You're very bold, sir!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Tailor.</span><br />
+<br />
+And I'm empowered to take your order for it.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Ah!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Tailor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Yes!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Fitter.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">A flowing cloak of China crape;</span><br />
+Embroidered lining with enormous sleeves.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Indeed?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Tailor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Yes, Highness.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">A conspirator?</span><br />
+Now I no longer wonder you cite Shakespeare!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Tailor.</span><br />
+<br />
+The little coat of green holds in its thrall<br />
+Deputies, schools, a Peer, and a Field Marshal.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Fitter.</span><br />
+<br />
+Spencer of figured muslin. Satin skirt.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Tailor.</span><br />
+<br />
+We can arrange your flight.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">Should I agree</span><br />
+I must beforehand&mdash;ay, and there's the rub&mdash;<br />
+Consult my friend Prince Metternich.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Tailor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19em;">You'll trust us</span><br />
+When you are told our leader is your cousin<br />
+The Countess Camerata.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Ah, I know!</span><br />
+The daughter of Elisa Baciocchi.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Tailor.</span><br />
+<br />
+The strange, unarmored amazon, who bears<br />
+Her father's likeness proudly in her face,<br />
+Seeks dangers, rides unbroken horses, fences&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Fitter.</span><br />
+<br />
+A little sleeveless gown of lightest muslin.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Tailor.</span><br />
+<br />
+And when you know it's this Penthesilea&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Fitter.</span><br />
+<br />
+The collar's only pinned, the shoulders basted&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Tailor.</span><br />
+<br />
+Who heads the plot I spoke of&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">Give me proof!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Tailor.</span><br />
+<br />
+Turn round, your Highness; glance at the young person<br />
+Who on her knees unpacks the clothes.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19.5em;">'Tis she!</span><br />
+Not long ago I met her in Vienna,<br />
+Wrapped in a cloak. She swiftly kissed my hand<br />
+And fled, exclaiming, Haven't I the right<br />
+To greet the Emperor's son who is my master?<br />
+She is a Bonaparte! We are alike!&mdash;<br />
+Ay, but her hair is dark; not fair like mine.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+We'll try them on in there. Come, follow me.<br />
+Only Parisians, Franz, know how to fit us.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Yes, mother.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Don't you love Parisian taste?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+It's very true they dress you well in Paris.<br />
+<br />
+[<span class="smcap">Maria Louisa</span>, <span class="smcap">Scarampi</span>, <i>and the</i> <span class="smcap">Fitter</span> <i>go<br />
+into</i> <span class="smcap">Maria Louisa's</span> <i>apartment with the things<br />
+they are to try on.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Now! Who are you, sir?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Tailor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">I? A nameless atom.</span><br />
+Weary of life in mean and paltry times,<br />
+Of smoking pipes and dreaming of ideals.<br />
+Who am I? How do I know? That's my trouble.<br />
+Am I at all?&mdash;It's very hard to "be."<br />
+I study Victor Hugo; spout his odes&mdash;<br />
+I tell you this, because this sort of thing<br />
+Is all contemporary youth. I spend<br />
+Extravagant fortunes in acquiring boredom.<br />
+I am an artist, Highness, and Young France.<br />
+Also I'm carbonaro at your service.<br />
+And as I'm always bored I wear red waistcoats,<br />
+And that amuses me. At tying neck-cloths<br />
+I once was very good indeed. That's why<br />
+They sent me here to-day to play the tailor.<br />
+I'll add, to make the picture quite complete,<br />
+That I'm a liberal and a king-devourer.<br />
+My life and dagger are at your command.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+I like you, sir, although your talk is crazy.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Young Man.</span><br />
+<br />
+You must not judge me by my whirling words;<br />
+The itch of notoriety consumes me,<br />
+But the disease beneath is very real,<br />
+And makes me seek forgetfulness in danger.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Disease?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Young Man.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">A shuddering disgust.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">Your soul</span><br />
+Heavy with foiled ambitions?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Young Man.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Dull disquiet&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Morbid enjoyment of our sufferings,<br />
+And pride in showing off our pallid brows?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Young Man.</span><br />
+<br />
+My Lord!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Contempt for those who live content?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Young Man.</span><br />
+<br />
+My Lord!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">And doubt?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Young Man.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">In what mysterious volume</span><br />
+Has one so young learnt all the human heart?<br />
+For that is what I feel.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">Give me your hand!</span><br />
+For, as a sapling, friend, which is transplanted,<br />
+Feels all the forest in its ignorant veins,<br />
+And suffers when its distant mates are hurt,<br />
+So I, who knew you not, here, all alone,<br />
+Felt the distemper stirring in my blood<br />
+Which at this moment blights the youth of France.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Young Man.</span><br />
+<br />
+Rather I think our malady is yours,<br />
+For whence upon you falls this giant robe?<br />
+Child, whom beforehand they have robbed of glory,<br />
+Pale Prince, so pale against your sable suit,<br />
+Why are you pale, my Prince?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">I am his son.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Young Man.</span><br />
+<br />
+Well! Feeble, feverish, dreaming of the past,<br />
+Like you rebellious, what is left to do?&mdash;<br />
+We're all, to some extent, your father's sons.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+You are his soldiers' sons: that's just as glorious.<br />
+And 'tis no less redoubtable a burden;<br />
+But it emboldens me, for I can say<br />
+They're but the sons of heroes of the empire:<br />
+They'll be content to take the Emperor's son!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess Camerata.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Coming out of</i> <span class="smcap">Maria Louisa's</span> <i>apartments.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+The scarf!&mdash;Oh, hush! I'm doing such a trade!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Thank you!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">I only wish 'twere selling swords!</span><br />
+That silly baby-talk will be my death.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Warlike, I know.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Voice.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Within.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">The scarf!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">I'm looking for it!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+It seems this little hand can tame&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19em;">I love</span><br />
+A fiery horse.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8em;">You're mistress of the foils?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+And of the sword!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Ready for anything?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Speaking toward the room.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Indeed, I'm looking for it everywhere.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+Ready for anything for your Imperial Highness.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+You're lion-hearted, Cousin!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">And my name</span><br />
+Is glorious.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Which name?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Napoleone!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Scarampi's Voice.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Within.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Well? Can't you find it?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">No.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Voice.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">Look on the piano.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+I must be off. Discuss our great design.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>With a cry, as if she had found what she was</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>looking for.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+Ah! here it is!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Voice.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">You've found it?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17.5em;">On the harp.</span><br />
+You understand, it's gathered up in folds&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>She goes into</i> <span class="smcap">Maria Louisa's</span> <i>room.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Young Man.</span><br />
+<br />
+Well? You accept?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">I don't quite understand</span><br />
+Zealous Imperialism from a liberal&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Young Man.</span><br />
+<br />
+True: a republican&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">You come to me</span><br />
+Rather a long way round&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Young Man.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">All roads to-day</span><br />
+Lead to the King of Rome. My scarlet badge<br />
+I thought unfading&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Faded in the sun?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Young Man.</span><br />
+<br />
+Of Austerlitz! Yes! History makes us drunk.<br />
+The battles which no more are fought, are told.<br />
+The blood is vanished, but the glory gleams.<br />
+So that to-day there is no he but <i>HE</i>!<br />
+He never won such victories as now:<br />
+His soldiers perished, but his poets live.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+In short&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Young Man.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">In short the huckstering times; the god</span><br />
+They exiled; you, your touching fate, our weariness,<br />
+And everything&mdash;I said&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">You said as artist</span><br />
+'Twould be effective to be Bonapartist!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Young Man.</span><br />
+<br />
+So you accept?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8em;">No.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Young Man.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">What?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">I listened well.</span><br />
+And you were charming as you spoke, but nothing.<br />
+No quiver of your voice, told me of France;<br />
+You voiced a craze, a form of literature.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Young Man.</span><br />
+<br />
+I've carried out my mission clumsily;<br />
+Could but the Countess yonder speak!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19em;">No use.</span><br />
+I love the bravery glowing in her eyes,<br />
+But that's not France: that is my Family!<br />
+When next you seek me, later, by and by,<br />
+Let the call come through some untutored voice,<br />
+Wherein rough accents of the people throb;<br />
+Your Byronism is much too like myself.<br />
+You could not have persuaded me to-night&mdash;<br />
+I feel myself unready for the crown.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Coming out of</i> <span class="smcap">Maria Louisa's</span> <i>apartment.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Unready? You?<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>She turns toward the room.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">Don't trouble; I'm just going.</span><br />
+And for the ball the white one, not the mauve.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Coming hastily toward the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+Unready? What do you want?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">A year of dreams,</span><br />
+Of study.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Come and reign.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">My brain's not ripe.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+The crown's enough to ripen any brain.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+The crown of light, shed by the midnight lamp.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Young Man.</span><br />
+<br />
+It's such a chance!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">I beg your pardon? "Chance"?</span><br />
+Is this the tailor reappearing?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">Yet&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+I will be honest in default of genius.<br />
+I only ask three hundred wakeful nights.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Young Man.</span><br />
+<br />
+But this refusal will confirm the rumors.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+They say you've never really been of us.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Young Man.</span><br />
+<br />
+You are Young France: you're called Old Austria.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+They say your mind is being weakened.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Young Man.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19.5em;">Yes!</span><br />
+They say you're cheated, even in your studies.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+They say you do not know your father's history.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Do they say that?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Young Man.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">What shall we answer them?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Answer them thus&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Dietrichstein</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Dear Count!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Dietrichstein.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">'Tis Obenaus.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Ah! for my history lesson! Let him come.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<span class="smcap">Dietrichstein</span> <i>goes out. The</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span> <i>points to</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>the clothes scattered about.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+Spend as much time as possible in packing,<br />
+And try to get forgotten in your corner.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Seeing</i> <span class="smcap">Dietrichstein</span> <i>come in with</i> <span class="smcap">Baron von</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Obenaus</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+Good-day, dear Baron.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Carelessly to the</i> <span class="smcap">Young Man</span> <i>and the</i> <span class="smcap">Countess</span>,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>pointing to the screen.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">Finish over there.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Obenaus</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+My tailor.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Obenaus.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Ah?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">My mother's fitter.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Obenaus.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Yes?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Will they disturb you?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Obenaus.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Who has seated himself behind the table with</i> <span class="smcap">Dietrichstein</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Not at all, my Lord.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Who sits facing them, sharpening a pencil.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+I'm all attention. Let me sharpen this<br />
+To note a date, or jot down an idea.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Obenaus.</span><br />
+<br />
+We'll take our work up where we last left off.<br />
+Eighteen hundred and five, I think?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Busy with his pencil.</i>] Exactly.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Obenaus.</span><br />
+<br />
+In eighteen hundred and six&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">Did no event</span><br />
+Make that year memorable?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Obenaus.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Which, my Lord?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Blowing the dust off the pencil.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Why, eighteen hundred and five.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Obenaus.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">I beg your pardon,</span><br />
+I thought you meant&mdash;h'm&mdash;Destiny<br />
+Was cruel to the righteous cause. We'll cast<br />
+Only a fleeting glance at hapless hours.<br />
+When the philosopher with pensive gaze&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+And so in eighteen five, sir, nothing happened?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Obenaus.</span><br />
+<br />
+A great event, my Lord! I had forgotten.<br />
+The restoration of the Calendar.<br />
+A little later, having challenged England,<br />
+Spain&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Demurely.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">And the Emperor?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Obenaus.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Which Emp&mdash;?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20.5em;">My father.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Obenaus.</span><br />
+<br />
+He&mdash;he&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Had he not left Boulogne?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Obenaus.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">Oh, yes.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Where was he, then?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Obenaus.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">Well, as it happened, here.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>With mock amazement.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Indeed?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Dietrichstein.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Hastily.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">He took great interest in Bavaria!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Obenaus.</span><br />
+<br />
+Your father's wishes in the Pressburg Treaty,<br />
+As far as that went, chimed with those of Austria.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+What was the Pressburg Treaty?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Obenaus.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">The agreement</span><br />
+Which closed an era.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">There! I've smashed my point!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Obenaus.</span><br />
+<br />
+In eighteen hundred and seven&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">So soon? How quick!</span><br />
+Strange epoch! Nothing happened in it!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Obenaus.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20em;">Yes.</span><br />
+For instance, take the House of the Braganzas:<br />
+The King&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">The Emperor, sir?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Obenaus.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">Which Emp&mdash;?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 22.5em;">Of France.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Obenaus.</span><br />
+<br />
+Nothing of any consequence till eighteen-eight.<br />
+Yet let us note the Treaty of Tilsit.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Was nothing done but making treaties?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Obenaus.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19.5em;">Europe&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+I see. A general survey?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Obenaus.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">I'll come to details</span><br />
+When we've&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Did nothing happen?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Obenaus.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17.5em;">Well&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21.5em;">Well, what?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Obenaus.</span><br />
+<br />
+I&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">What? What happened? Won't you tell me?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Obenaus.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Well&mdash;</span><br />
+I hardly know&mdash;you're in a merry humor&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+You hardly know? Then, gentlemen, I'll tell you!<br />
+The sixth October, eighteen-five&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Obenaus</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Dietrichstein.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Leaping to their feet.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Eh? What?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+When he was least expected, when Vienna,<br />
+Watching the Eagle hover ere he swooped,<br />
+Sighed with relief, The blow is aimed at London!<br />
+Having left Strassburg, crossed the Rhine at Kehl,<br />
+The Emperor&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Obenaus.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">Emperor!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">Yes! and you know which!</span><br />
+Marches through Würtemberg, marches through Baden&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Dietrichstein.</span><br />
+<br />
+Great Heavens!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Gives Austria a morning song,</span><br />
+With drums by Soult, and trumpets by Murat!<br />
+At Wertingen and Augsburg leaves his Marshals<br />
+With here and there a victory to play with&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Obenaus.</span><br />
+<br />
+My Lord!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Pursues with wonderful man&oelig;uvres.</span><br />
+Arrives at Ulm before he's changed his boots.<br />
+Bids Ney take Elchingen, sits down and writes<br />
+A joyous, terrible, and calm despatch.<br />
+Prepares the assault:&mdash;the seventeenth October<br />
+Sees seven thousand Austrians disarmed,<br />
+And eighteen generals at the hero's feet;<br />
+And then he starts again!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Dietrichstein.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">My Lord!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">November</span><br />
+Finds him at Schönbrunn, sleeping in my bedroom.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Obenaus.</span><br />
+<br />
+But&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">He pursues! his foes are in his hand!</span><br />
+One night he says "To-morrow!" and to-morrow<br />
+Says, galloping along the bannered front&mdash;<br />
+A spot of grey among his brilliant staff&mdash;<br />
+"Soldiers, we'll finish with a thunderbolt!"<br />
+The army is an ocean. He awaits<br />
+The rising sun, and places with a smile<br />
+This risen sun athwart his history!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Obenaus.</span><br />
+<br />
+Oh, Dietrichstein!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">So there!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Dietrichstein.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">Oh, Obenaus!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Terror and death! Two Emperors beaten by one!<br />
+And twenty thousand prisoners!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Obenaus.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">I beseech you!</span><br />
+People might hear!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">When the campaign was over&mdash;</span><br />
+The corpses floating on the freezing lake&mdash;<br />
+My Grandsire seeks my Father in his camp!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Obenaus.</span><br />
+<br />
+My Lord!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">His <i>camp</i>!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Obenaus.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Will nothing keep you quiet?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+And so my Father grants my Grandsire peace!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Dietrichstein.</span><br />
+<br />
+If any heard you!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">And the conquered banners</span><br />
+Distributed! Eight to the town of Paris&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Countess</span> <i>and the</i> <span class="smcap">Young Man</span> <i>have gradually</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>come out, pale and excited, from behind the</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>screen. They listen to the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span> <i>with increasing</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>emotion, and suddenly the boxes they are</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>carrying slip from their hands.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Obenaus.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Turning and seeing them.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Oh!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The Senate fifty!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Obenaus.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Look! The man and woman!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Dietrichstein.</span><br />
+<br />
+Be off with you!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Fifty to Notre Dame!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Obenaus.</span><br />
+<br />
+Oh, Lord! Oh, Lord!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">And banners!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Dietrichstein.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">Take your things!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He pushes them out.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+Be off! Be off!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8em;">And banners! And still banners!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<span class="smcap">The Countess</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">The Young Man</span> <i>go.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Dietrichstein.</span><br />
+<br />
+They heard it all!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">And banners!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Dietrichstein.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">What a business!</span><br />
+My Lord!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">I'm dumb!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Dietrichstein.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">A little late, my Lord!</span><br />
+What will Prince Metternich&mdash;? These people here!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Moreover, that's as far as I have got.<br />
+My dear professor&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He coughs.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Dietrichstein.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">Oh, you're coughing! Water!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+I've made good progress with my history?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Dietrichstein.</span><br />
+<br />
+And yet no books come near you! That I'm sure of!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Obenaus.</span><br />
+<br />
+When Metternich discovers&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">You won't tell him!</span><br />
+The blame would fall on you.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Dietrichstein.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">We'd best keep still,</span><br />
+And ask his mother to expostulate.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He knocks at</i> <span class="smcap">Maria Louisa's</span> <i>door.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+The Duchess&mdash;?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Scarampi.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Appearing.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8em;">She is ready. You may come.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<span class="smcap">Dietrichstein</span> <i>goes in.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Mockingly to</i> <span class="smcap">Obenaus</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+Your course, <i>Ad usum</i>, sir, <i>Delphini</i>, sir,<br />
+Is finished, sir!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Obenaus.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">I can't think how you learnt&mdash;!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<span class="smcap">Maria Louisa</span> <i>comes in in great agitation, in a</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>superb ball-dress, and with her cloak on.</i> <span class="smcap">Obenaus</span></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Dietrichstein</span> <i>go out quietly.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Oh Heavens! what is't again? What must I hear?<br />
+Perhaps you will explain&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Showing her the open window.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">My mother, look,</span><br />
+The day is hushed, but for belated birds.<br />
+Oh, with what tenderness the gloaming fades!<br />
+The trees&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">What, you! Can you feel nature's beauty?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Perhaps.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Perhaps you will explain&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Oh, mother,</span><br />
+Inhale the perfume. All the forest floats<br />
+Into the chamber on its breath!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">Explain!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+With every gust a branch is wafted in!<br />
+A fairer miracle than that which scared<br />
+Macbeth; the forest is not walking only,<br />
+Not like a mad thing walking; lo! on wings<br />
+The scented evening sets the forest flying!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+What! You can be poetical!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">At times.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Distant music is heard.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+Listen! A waltz. An ordinary waltz;<br />
+Yet distance gives it dignity. Who knows?<br />
+Journeying through the woods the master haunted.<br />
+Under the cyclamen, among the bracken,<br />
+It may have chanced upon Beethoven's soul!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+What! Musical as well!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Yes; when I choose.</span><br />
+I do not choose! I hate the mystery<br />
+Of sounds! And in a lovely sunset, feel<br />
+With dread some fair thing growing soft within me!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+That fair thing in your heart, my son, is I!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+You said it.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Do you hate it?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">I love <i>you</i>.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Then think a little ere you do me harm.<br />
+My father and Prince Metternich are so good!<br />
+When the decree, for instance, made you Count,<br />
+I said, Not Count; Duke at the least; for Duke<br />
+Is something. And you're Duke of Reichstadt.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Lord of Gross-Bohen, Buchtiehrad, Tirnowan,<br />
+Schwaden, Kron-Porsitschan&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">And then, the tact!</span><br />
+Your father's name was never mentioned once!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Why not have called me "Son of unknown Father"?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+With your estates and revenues you can be<br />
+The pleasantest and richest Prince of Austria.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+The richest Prince?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">And pleasantest&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20em;">Of&mdash;Austria!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Enjoy your happiness.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">I drain its lees.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+First in precedence after the Archdukes,<br />
+Some day you'll marry with a fair Princess,<br />
+Or an Archduchess, or perhaps a&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17.5em;">Ever</span><br />
+I see what once my childish eyes caught sight of:<br />
+His little throne, whose back was like a drum,<br />
+And, made of gold, more splendid since Saint Helena.<br />
+Upon that back the simple little N,<br />
+The letter which cries No to time!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17.5em;">But&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Yes!</span><br />
+The N with which he branded Kings!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">The Kings</span><br />
+Whose blood runs through your mother's veins and yours!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+I do not need their blood! What use to me?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+A glorious heritage!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Oh, paltry!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">What!</span><br />
+Not proud to bear the blood of Charles the Fifth?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+No! for it courses in the veins of others!<br />
+But when I tell myself I bear in mine<br />
+A Corsican Lieutenant's blood, I weep<br />
+To see the thin blue trickle at my wrist.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Franz!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">And the old blood can but harm the new.</span><br />
+If I bear blood of Kings, let me be bled.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Silence!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">What am I saying, after all?</span><br />
+If ever I had yours long since I've lost it.<br />
+His blood and yours have fought in me, and yours<br />
+Was put to flight, as usual, by the other.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Peace, Duke of Reichstadt!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Metternich, the fool,</span><br />
+Thought to scrawl "Duke of Reichstadt" o'er my name.<br />
+But hold the paper up before the sun:<br />
+You'll see "Napoleon" in the watermark!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+My son!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">You called me Duke of Reichstadt? No!</span><br />
+But would you have my veritable name?<br />
+'Tis what the people call me in the Prater<br />
+As they make way: The Little Bonaparte!<br />
+I am his son! and no one's son but his!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+You hurt me.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Ah, forgive me, mother, mother.</span><br />
+Go to the ball, forget my frenzied words.<br />
+You need not even trouble to repeat them<br />
+To Metternich, my mother.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Do you think so?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Softly the waltz floats through the evening air;<br />
+No, tell him nothing; that will save you trouble.<br />
+Forget it all: you, who forget so quickly!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Yet&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Think of Parma, of the Sala palace,</span><br />
+And of your happy life. Is this a brow<br />
+To bear the shadow of an eagle's wing?<br />
+Ah! but I love you more than you can think!<br />
+And take no heed of aught&mdash;not even&mdash;O gods!&mdash;<br />
+Of being faithful: I'll be that for both.<br />
+Come, let me thrust you gently toward the ball;<br />
+Good-night, The mosses must not wet your feet.<br />
+Your headdress is perfection.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">Do you think so?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+The carriage waits. It's fine. The night is clear.<br />
+Good-night, Mamma; enjoy yourself.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<span class="smcap">Maria Louisa</span> <i>goes out</i>. <span class="smcap">The Duke</span> <i>sinks in a</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>chair before his table.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Alas,</span><br />
+Poor mother!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>His manner changes, and he draws books and</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>papers toward him.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Now! to work!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>The wheels of a departing carriage are heard.</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>The door at the back opens gently and</i> <span class="smcap">Gentz</span></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>is seen introducing a woman wrapped in a</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>cloak.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">She's gone.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He calls the</i> <span class="smcap">Prince</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+Prince!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Turning and seeing him.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Fanny?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny Elssler.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Franz!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Aside.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">Farewell to dreams of Empire!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>In the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke's</span> <i>arms.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Franz!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Going out.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Capital!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Lovingly.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">My Franz!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>The door closes on</i> <span class="smcap">Gentz</span>. <span class="smcap">Fanny</span> <i>quickly</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>leaves the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span> <i>and speaks respectfully after</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>making a profound curtsey.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">My Lord!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>After looking round to assure himself</i> <span class="smcap">Gentz</span> <i>is gone</i>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">To work!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Swinging herself on to the table.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+I've learnt whole chapters for to-day!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20em;">Go on.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+So, then, while Marshal Ney marched through the night,<br />
+The Generals Gazan&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Learning the names by heart.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Gazan&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">Suchet&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Suchet&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Kept up a lively cannonade;</span><br />
+And at the earliest dawn the Imperial Guard&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Curtain.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="img"><img src="images/image12.png"
+alt="decoration of seven bees"
+style="padding:5%;"
+width="453"
+height="53"
+/></p>
+
+
+<p class="img"><img src="images/image13.png"
+alt="decoration of three bees"
+style="padding:15%;"
+width="309"
+height="200"
+/></p>
+
+
+<p class="img top15"><img src="images/image14.png"
+alt="decoration of four Ns topped alternately by eagles or crowns"
+width="431"
+height="150"
+/></p>
+
+<h3 class="top5"><a name="THE_SECOND_ACT" id="THE_SECOND_ACT"></a>THE SECOND ACT</h3>
+
+<p><i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Duke's</span> <i>cabinet at Schönbrunn. It is the famous
+Lacquered Chamber. At the back is a window
+opening on a balcony. In the distance, at the end
+of a beautiful avenue, the "Gloriette," a Corinthian
+Portico. There are two doors on the left,
+and two on the right. Between these doors stand
+two large Louis XV. consoles. There is a large
+writing-table and other furniture in the styles of
+Louis XIV. and Louis XV. In the right-hand
+corner in front stands a large swinging mirror,
+with its back to the audience.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>At the rise of the curtain</i> <span class="smcap">Sedlinzky</span> (<i>the Prefect of
+the Police</i>), <i>the</i> <span class="smcap">Usher</span>, <i>and a number of</i> <span class="smcap">Lackeys</span>
+<i>are discovered.</i></p>
+
+
+<p class="drama">
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+That's all?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">First Lackey.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">That's all.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">Nothing abnormal?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Second Lackey.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Nothing.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Third Lackey.</span><br />
+<br />
+Eats little.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fourth Lackey.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Reads a lot.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fifth Lackey.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Sleeps very badly.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Usher</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+And can you trust his personal attendants?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Usher.</span><br />
+<br />
+Why, they are all professional policemen,<br />
+As you, the Prefect of Police, must know.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+Thank you. I fear the Duke may find me here.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">First Lackey.</span><br />
+<br />
+No, sir; he's out.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Second Lackey.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">As usual at this hour.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Third Lackey.</span><br />
+<br />
+In uniform.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fourth Lackey.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">And with his Aides-de-Camp.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Usher.</span><br />
+<br />
+There are man&oelig;uvres.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">Well, be keen and tactful.</span><br />
+Let him not know he's watched.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Usher.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">I'm very cunning.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+Not too much zeal! I dread a zealous man.<br />
+Don't listen at his keyhole in a crowd.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Usher.</span><br />
+<br />
+I've given that duty to a special man.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+To whom?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Usher.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">The Piedmontese.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Ah yes; he's clever.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Usher.</span><br />
+<br />
+I place him every evening in this chamber<br />
+Immediately his Highness seeks his room<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+Is he here now?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Usher.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">No. As he wakes all night</span><br />
+He sleeps by daytime, while the Duke is out.<br />
+He'll be here when the Duke is.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">Let him watch.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Usher.</span><br />
+<br />
+Trust me.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Glancing at the table.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">The papers&mdash;?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Usher.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>With a smile.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">Searched.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Stooping under the table.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">The basket, too?</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Seeing scraps of paper under the table, he hastily<br />
+kneels to examine them.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+These scraps?<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He tries to read.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">Perhaps a letter?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Urged by professional curiosity he creeps under</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;"><i>the table.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">But from whom?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span> <i>enters in the uniform of an Austrian</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>officer, followed by his Staff. The</i> <span class="smcap">Lackeys</span></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>hurriedly range themselves.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Seeing</i> <span class="smcap">Sedlinzky's</span> <i>legs protruding from under the<br />
+table; very simply.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Why, how are <i>you</i>, Sedlinzky?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Emerging amazed on all fours.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">Highness!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+An accident. Excuse me. Just come in.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Standing.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+You knew me? Yet I was&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">Flat on your stomach?</span><br />
+Oh yes, I knew you.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He sees the</i> <span class="smcap">Archduchess</span>, <i>who enters hurriedly</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>carrying a large album.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">Ah, I feared as much!</span><br />
+They've frightened you.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">They told me&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20.5em;">It was nothing.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+But yet&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Seeing</i> <span class="smcap">Doctor Malfatti</span> <i>enter.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">The doctor! But I am not ill!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Archduchess</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+Nothing. A choking. So I left parade.<br />
+I had been shouting.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Doctor</span>, <i>who is feeling his pulse.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Doctor, you're a nuisance!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Sedlinzky</span>, <i>who is sidling toward the door.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+'Twas very kind of you to sort my papers.<br />
+You're spoiling me. Indeed you are. You've chosen<br />
+Even my lackeys from among your friends.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+Your Highness does not think&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">I shouldn't mind</span><br />
+If only they performed their duties better.<br />
+But I am villainously groomed. My stock<br />
+Rides up. In short, since this is your department,<br />
+I wish you'd black my boots a little better.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Lackey</span> <i>brings a tray with refreshments, which</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>the</i> <span class="smcap">Doctor</span> <i>takes.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Anxious to help the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span> <i>from the tray.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Franz&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Sedlinzky</span>, <i>who is again making for the door.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">You take nothing&mdash;?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">I have taken&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess</span>.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">A Tartar!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Orders, Foresti!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Foresti.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Colonel!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">We'll man&oelig;uvre</span><br />
+At early dawn the day after to-morrow;<br />
+Assemble at Grosshofen.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Foresti.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">Good, my Colonel!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Officers</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+I'll not detain you, gentlemen. Good-day.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<span class="smcap">Foresti</span> <i>and the</i> <span class="smcap">Officers</span> <i>go out.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Sedlinzky</span>, <i>taking a letter out of his pocket, and<br />
+tossing it toward him.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Dear Count, here is another you've not read.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<span class="smcap">Sedlinzky</span> <i>and the</i> <span class="smcap">Doctor</span> <i>go out.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Dietrichstein.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Who came in a moment ago.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+I think you treat him rather harshly, Highness.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+Is not the Duke at perfect liberty?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Dietrichstein.</span><br />
+<br />
+Of course the Duke is not a prisoner, but&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+I like that "but," I hope you feel its value!<br />
+Good Lord, I'm not a prisoner, "but"&mdash;that's all!<br />
+"But"&mdash;not a prisoner, "but"&mdash;that is the word,<br />
+The formula! A prisoner? Oh, not a moment!<br />
+"But" there are always people at my heels.<br />
+A prisoner? Not I! You know I'm not;<br />
+"But" if I risk a stroll across the park<br />
+A hidden eye blossoms behind each leaf.<br />
+Of course not prisoner, "but" let anyone<br />
+Seek private speech with me, beneath each hedge<br />
+Up springs the mushroom ear. I'm truly not<br />
+A prisoner, "but" when I ride, I feel<br />
+The delicate attention of an escort.<br />
+I'm not the least bit in the world a prisoner,<br />
+"But" I'm the second to unseal my letters.<br />
+Not at all prisoner, "but" at night they post<br />
+A lackey at my door&mdash;look! there he goes.<br />
+I, Duke of Reichstadt, prisoner? Never! never!<br />
+I, prisoner? No! I'm not a prisoner&mdash;"but"&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Dietrichstein.</span><br />
+<br />
+I love to see this mirth&mdash;so rare&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19.5em;">Yes, devilish!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Dietrichstein.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Taking his leave.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Your Highness&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">Serenissimus!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Dietrichstein.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">Eh!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">&mdash;issimus!</span><br />
+That is my title. My particular title<br />
+Kindly remember it another time!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Dietrichstein.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Bowing.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+I leave you&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He goes.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Archduchess</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">Serenissimus! how glorious!</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Pointing to the album.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+What's that?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">The Emperor's herbarium.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20em;">Lord!</span><br />
+Grandpapa's botany!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">He lent it me</span><br />
+This morning, Franz.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Examining it.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">It's pretty.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">You know Latin,</span><br />
+What is this withered black thing?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">That's a rose.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+Franz, there's been something wrong with you of late.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Reading.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bengalensis.</i><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Of Bengal?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">That's right.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+I find you nervous. What's the matter?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20em;">Nothing.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+Yes, but I know, your bosom-friend Prokesch,<br />
+The confidant of hopes they think too vast,<br />
+They've sent him far away.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">But in exchange</span><br />
+They give me Marshal Marmont as a friend.<br />
+Despised in France, he crawls to Austria<br />
+To gather praise for treason to my Father.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+Hush!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">And a man like that is here to set</span><br />
+The son against the Father!&mdash;Oh!&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Reading.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>Volubilis.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+Franz, when you promise do you keep your word?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+You've been so good to me, I could not break it.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+Besides, you liked my birthday present, Franz.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Ah, yes! These relics from the archducal trophy!<br />
+<br />
+[<i>He takes the things he mentions, which are on a<br />
+console between the doors on the right.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+A tinder box&mdash;a busby of the Guard&mdash;<br />
+An ancient musket&mdash;No! it isn't loaded!<br />
+And above all&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">Oh, hush!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">That other thing&mdash;</span><br />
+I've hidden it.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">Where, you bandit?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">In my den.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+Well, promise then&mdash;your grandfather&mdash;you know<br />
+His kindness&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Picking up a paper which has fallen from the herbarium.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8em;">What is this? A sheet of paper?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He reads.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+"And if the students still persist in shouting.<br />
+Let them be crimped and sent on active service&mdash;".<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Archduchess</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+You said&mdash;his kindness&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">Yes; the Emperor loves you.</span><br />
+His goodness&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Picking up another paper fallen from the herbarium.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Here's another.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He reads.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">"As the mob</span><br />
+Resist you, cut them down."<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Archduchess</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">His goodness&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+He hates the ferment of the modern mind,<br />
+But he's an excellent old man.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">Two-sided.</span><br />
+Flowers from whose leaves death-sentences are shed,<br />
+Good Emperor Franz is like these specimens.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He closes the herbarium.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+However, he's beloved, he's popular,<br />
+I love him well.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">How he could help your cause!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Ah! if he would!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Promise you'll never fly</span><br />
+Until you've tried your utmost with him.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Yes,</span><br />
+I promise that.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">And I'll reward you now.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+You?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Oh, one has one's little influence!</span><br />
+The astounding Prokesch they deprived you of&mdash;<br />
+I said and did so much&mdash;in short, he's here.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>She strikes the ground with her parasol. The</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>door opens and</i> <span class="smcap">Prokesch</span> <i>enters. The</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;"><i>rushes to him. The</i> <span class="smcap">Archduchess</span> <i>goes out</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>quickly.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+At last!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">They may be listening.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Oh, they are!</span><br />
+They never tell, though.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">What?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">I've tested them.</span><br />
+Uttered the most seditious sentiments;<br />
+They've never been repeated. Never.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">Strange!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+I think the listener, paid by the police,<br />
+Pockets the cash and stops his friendly ears.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+The Countess Camerata? Any news?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Nothing.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Oh!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Nothing. She's forgotten me;</span><br />
+Or else she's been discovered&mdash;or, perhaps&mdash;<br />
+What folly not to have fled last year! And yet<br />
+'Twas better; now I'm readier, but&mdash;forgotten.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+Oh, hush! Your work-room? Charming.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">It's Chinese.</span><br />
+The hideous gilded birds! The nightmare faces<br />
+Sneering with scorpion-smiles from every corner!<br />
+They lodge me in the famous lacquered chamber<br />
+So that my uniform may seem more white<br />
+Against the blackness of its glowing walls!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+Prince!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">They've surrounded me with fools and knaves.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+What have you done these last six months?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21.5em;">I've raged!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+I'd never seen this Schönbrunn.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">It's a tomb.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+The Gloriette looks well against the sky.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Yes, while my heart is hungering for glory<br />
+I've that diminutive: the Gloriette!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+You've all the park to ride in.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">Oh, the park</span><br />
+Is much too little.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">Well, then, the valley.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+The valley is too little for a gallop.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+What do you want for galloping?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">All Europe!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+Oh, hush!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">When from the glowing page of history</span><br />
+I lift dazed eyes, a forehead splashed with glory,<br />
+Closing my Plutarch, leap with thee, O Cæsar,<br />
+Upon a conquered land, with Alexander,<br />
+With Hannibal, with thee, my Father&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Lackey.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Entering.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19.5em;">What</span><br />
+Will your Highness please to wear to-night?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Prokesch</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+There!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Lackey</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">I'm not going out.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Lackey</span> <i>disappears.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Who has been turning over some books.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">They let you read?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Oh, anything. The days are past when Fanny,<br />
+That I might learn, learnt history by heart.<br />
+And, later, books were handed me in secret.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+The good Archduchess&mdash;?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">Every day a book.</span><br />
+Locked safe all night I read it. I was drunk!<br />
+When it was finished, to conceal my crime,<br />
+I tossed it on the tester's canopy,<br />
+And there the heap grew, hidden in the darkness;<br />
+I slept beneath a dome of history.<br />
+All day the heap lay quiet, but at night,<br />
+When I was sleeping, it began to stir,<br />
+And from the pages clamorous with battles.<br />
+The battles issued, stretching torpid wings;<br />
+And laurels showered upon my slumbering eyes.<br />
+Austerlitz gleamed among my curtains, Jena<br />
+Glowed in the gilded tassels holding them<br />
+And on a sudden lapsed into my dream.<br />
+Till once, when Metternich was gravely telling<br />
+His version of my father's history,<br />
+Down comes my canopy crushed by the glory;<br />
+A hundred volumes with their fluttering pages<br />
+Shouting one name!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Metternich started?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20.5em;">No.</span><br />
+He smiled benignantly, and said, "My Lord,<br />
+Why keep your library so out of reach?"<br />
+And since that day I've read whate'er I choose.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+Even "<i>Le Fils de l'homme</i>?"<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17.5em;">Yes.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Hateful book!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Yes; but it's French and blinded by its hate.<br />
+It says they're poisoning me; hints at Locusta<br />
+Who poisoned Claudius. If thy Prince is dying,<br />
+Wherefore, O France, belittle his disease?<br />
+It is no poisoned cup of melodrama<br />
+That kills the Duke of Reichstadt! 'Tis his soul!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+My Lord&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">It is my soul! it is my name!</span><br />
+That mighty name, which throbs with guns and bells,<br />
+Clashes and thunders, ceaselessly reproaches<br />
+Against my languor with its bells and guns!<br />
+Silence your tocsins and your salvos! Poison?<br />
+What need of poison in the prison-house?<br />
+I yearn to broaden history!&mdash;I am<br />
+A pallid visage watching at a window.<br />
+If I could only rid myself of doubt!<br />
+You know me well! what do you think of me?<br />
+Suppose I were what people say we are<br />
+And what we often are, we great men's sons!<br />
+Metternich feeds this doubt with frequent hints:<br />
+He's right; it is his duty as an Austrian.<br />
+I shiver when he opes the bonbonnière<br />
+They call his wit, to find some honeyed venom.<br />
+You! tell me honestly what is my worth?<br />
+You know me; can I be an Emperor?<br />
+From this pale brow may God withhold the crown<br />
+Unless its pallor's that of Bonaparte!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+Prince&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Answer me! Must I despise myself?</span><br />
+Speak out! What am I? Are my wits too dull,<br />
+And are my wrists too feeble for the sceptre?<br />
+What do you think of me?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Prince, if all Princes</span><br />
+Struggled with half these torments, doubts, and fears<br />
+There would be none but admirable kings.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+I thank you, Prokesch. Ah! that word consoles me.<br />
+To work, my friend!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Lackey</span> <i>brings in a tray full of letters, places</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>them on the table, and goes out.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">Your mail has just arrived.</span><br />
+A load of letters.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Yes; from women. These</span><br />
+Reach me unopened.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">What successes!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">Yes;</span><br />
+That's what it is to wear the fatal halo.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He opens one letter after another; reads the beginning</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>and tears them up.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+"I saw you in your box last night, how pale&mdash;!"<br />
+Destroyed! "Oh, that while brow!" Destroyed! "My Prince,<br />
+I saw you riding in the Prater yesterday&mdash;"<br />
+Destroyed!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">What, all?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">"Your youth&mdash;" The Canoness.</span><br />
+Destroyed!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>The door opens gently and</i> <span class="smcap">Theresa</span> <i>comes in.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Forgive me.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">Little Brooklet. You?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Why do you always call me that?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">'Tis sweet,</span><br />
+'Tis pure. It fits you.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">Prince, I go to Parma</span><br />
+To-morrow with your mother.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">I am sorry.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Parma&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">The land of violets.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">Ah, yes!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+And if my mother knows not what they stand for<br />
+Tell her.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Farewell, my Lord.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">Go, little Brooklet,</span><br />
+Go on your innocent course.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">Why "Little Brooklet"?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Because the slumbering depths within your eyes,<br />
+The murmur of your voice, so oft refreshed me.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+You've nothing more to say?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">No, nothing more.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Good-bye, my Lord.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>She goes.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Destroyed!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">Ah! I perceive!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+She loves me&mdash;and perhaps&mdash;but I must deal<br />
+In history and not romances! Come!<br />
+To work, my friend! We will resume our tactics.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+I'll plan an action: you shall criticise it.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+First give me yonder box upon the couch,<br />
+The wooden box with all my wooden soldiers.<br />
+I'll work the problem much more easily<br />
+Upon our little military chess-board.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>After giving the box to the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+You have to prove my plan is hazardous.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Putting his hand on the box.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+These are the soldiers of Napoleon's son!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+Prince!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">I'm surrounded with such loving care,</span><br />
+They even paint my soldiers&mdash;take them out&mdash;<br />
+They even paint my wooden soldiers Austrian!<br />
+Well! hand me one. We will deploy our left.<br />
+<br />
+[<i>He takes the soldier</i> <span class="smcap">Prokesch</span> <i>hands him, and<br />
+starts on seeing it.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+What is't?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">One of my father's Grenadiers!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<span class="smcap">Prokesch</span> <i>hands him another.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+A Cuirassier!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He takes others out of the box.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">Light Infantry! A scout!</span><br />
+They're all become good Frenchmen! Someone's painted<br />
+Each of these little wooden combatants!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He takes them all out.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+They're French! French! French!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">What miracle is this?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+I tell you, someone's carved and painted them!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+Who?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And the artist was a soldier!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">Why?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Each coat of regal blue has seven buttons,<br />
+The collars are correct, the linings faithful,<br />
+The tunics, brandenburghs, and forage-caps,<br />
+All's there! The painter never had to pause<br />
+To get the edgings and the facings right!<br />
+The lace is white, the flaps are triple-pointed!&mdash;<br />
+Oh, friend, whoe'er you are, with folded hands<br />
+I thank you, nameless soldier of my father!<br />
+I know not how you worked, nor whence you came.<br />
+How you found means, here, in our dismal gaol,<br />
+To paint these little mannikins for me.<br />
+Who is the hero, little wooden army&mdash;<br />
+Only a hero would have been so childish&mdash;<br />
+Who is the hero who equipped you thus<br />
+That now you smile at me from all your trappings?<br />
+Whose was the loving, microscopic brush<br />
+Which gave each tiny face its grim mustache,<br />
+Stamped cannon cross-wise on each pouch, and gave<br />
+Each officer his bugle or grenade?<br />
+Take them all out! The table's covered with them.<br />
+Here are the skirmishers, the fugle-men,<br />
+The Infantry with shoulder-straps of green.<br />
+Take them all out! They're little conquerors!<br />
+Oh, Prokesch, look! locked in that little box<br />
+Lay sleeping all the glorious <i>Grande Armée</i>!<br />
+Here are the Mamelukes&mdash;I recognize<br />
+The crimson breast-piece of the Polish Lancers.<br />
+Here are the Sappers with their purple breeches,<br />
+And here at last, with different colored leggings.<br />
+The Grenadiers of the line with waving plumes</p>
+
+
+<p class="img"><img src="images/image15.png"
+style="padding-top:10%;"
+alt="portrait"
+width="350"
+height="500"
+/></p>
+
+
+<p class="drama">Who marched into the battle with white gaiters;<br />
+The Conscripts here, with green and pear-shaped tufts.<br />
+Who marched to battle with their gaiters black.<br />
+Like a poor prisoner, who falls a-dreaming<br />
+Of vast and murmuring forests, with a tree<br />
+Fashioned of shavings, taken from a doll's house,<br />
+I build my Father's Epic with these soldiers.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He moves away from the table.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+Why, yes, from here I cannot see at all<br />
+The little rounds of wood that keep them upright!<br />
+This army, Prokesch, when you move away<br />
+'Tis but the distance makes it look so small!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He comes back quickly.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+Place them in line for Wagram and for Eylau!<br />
+This naked yatagan shall be the water&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He takes a sword from the panoply.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+It is the Danube.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He arranges the soldiers.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Essling! Yonder's Aspern.</span><br />
+Throw out a paper bridge across the steel.<br />
+Pass me a mounted Grenadier or two.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+We want a little hillock.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Handing him a book.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">The "Memorials."</span><br />
+Here stands Saint Cyr, here Molitor of Bellegarde<br />
+And on the bridge&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Who has come in unperceived and is standing behind<br />
+him.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">And on the bridge?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20.5em;">The Guards.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+So all the army's French to-day, it seems!<br />
+Where are the Austrians?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">They've run away.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+Tut, tut&mdash;who daubed them over for you?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20.5em;">No one.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+'Twas you. That's how you spoil the toys we give you.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Sir&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<span class="smcap">Metternich</span> <i>rings</i>&mdash;<i>a</i> <span class="smcap">Lackey</span> <i>appears.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Lackey</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Take these soldiers; throw them all away.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+I'll send you new ones.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke</span>.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">I'll not have your new ones!</span><br />
+If I'm a child, my toys shall be a giant's!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+What gadfly&mdash;what Imperial bee has stung you?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+As irony is little to my liking&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Lackey.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Aside to the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+Silence, my Lord! I'll paint 'em over again.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+Well, Highness?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Nothing. Just a fit of temper.</span><br />
+Forgive me.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Aside.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">I've a friend; I can be patient.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+I came to bring your friend&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">My friend?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21.5em;">Yes; Marshal</span><br />
+Marmont.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Oh! Marmont!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>With a look at</i> <span class="smcap">Prokesch</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">He's among the few</span><br />
+I like to see about you&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Mutters.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">I should hope so!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+He's here.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke</span>.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Why, let him come!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<span class="smcap">Metternich</span> <i>goes out. The</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span> <i>throws himself</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>wildly on the couch.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">My father! Glory!</span><br />
+The Eagles! The Imperial throne! The purple!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Suddenly calm, he offers his hand to</i> <span class="smcap">Marmont</span>,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;"><i>who enters with</i> <span class="smcap">Metternich</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+Ah, Marshal Marmont! How are <i>you</i> to-day?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+My Lord&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Anxious to get</i> <span class="smcap">Prokesch</span> <i>away.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Come, Prokesch, come and see how well</span><br />
+The Duke is lodged.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He takes him by the arm and leads him off.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>After a pause.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">You've told me all you know</span><br />
+About my Father's youth?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">I have.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17.5em;">We'll sum it up</span><br />
+You'd call him great?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">Oh, very.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">But 'twas you</span><br />
+Who helped&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">I helped him to avoid&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19.5em;">Disaster?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+Well, he believed so stoutly&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">In his star?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+We perfectly agree in our conclusions.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+And I suppose he was, as we were saying&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+He was a General of some importance;<br />
+Yet it were hardly fair to call him&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19.5em;">Wretch!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+What?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Now I've learnt whatever you could teach me,</span><br />
+Whatever memories of him you had,<br />
+All that, in spite of you, was splendid in you.<br />
+I cast you off: a useless sponge!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17.5em;">My Lord!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Duke of Ragusa, you betrayed him! You!<br />
+Ah, yes, I know, when you beheld your comrade<br />
+Climbing the throne you all said, "Why not I?"<br />
+But you, whom even in the ranks he loved,<br />
+And loved so well his men grew discontented,<br />
+Created Marshal at the age of thirty&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+No; thirty-five.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">You, traitor of Essonnes,</span><br />
+The mob has found new uses for your name<br />
+And coined a verb "<i>Raguser</i>," to betray!<br />
+Why do you stand there silent? Answer me.<br />
+'Tis not alone Prince Francis Charles, it is<br />
+Napoleon the Second speaking to you.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Listening.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+They come&mdash;Prince Metternich&mdash;I know his voice.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Well! you know what to do. Betray us twice!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Entering with</i> <span class="smcap">Prokesch</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+Don't interrupt your chat. I'm taking Prokesch<br />
+Across the park to see the Roman ruins<br />
+Where I propose to give a ball. I am<br />
+The last survivor of a crumbling world.<br />
+I like the idea of dancing over ruins.<br />
+Good-night.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He goes out with</i> <span class="smcap">Prokesch</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">My Lord, you see I held my peace.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+It only needed that you should <i>raguse</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+Oh, conjugate the verb! I'll take a seat.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+What!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">I will let you conjugate the verb</span><br />
+Because you were magnificent just now.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Sir!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">I have spoken evil of your Father</span><br />
+These fifteen years. I do so still; 'tis true.<br />
+Can you not guess I seek to excuse myself?<br />
+I never saw your Father after Elba&mdash;<br />
+If I had seen him I should have returned.<br />
+Others betrayed him, thinking to save France;<br />
+But these beheld his face again, and fell<br />
+Under the spell, as I have fallen to-night.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Why, sir?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">I also have beheld his face.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+How?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">In that frown, and in that haughty gesture;</span><br />
+The sparkling eye! Insult me. I remain.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Almost you have atoned if that be true,<br />
+Saved me from self-distrust which these exploit.<br />
+What? With my gloomy brow and narrow chest&mdash;?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+I have beheld him!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Dare I hope again?</span><br />
+Dare I forgive you? Why did you betray him?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+My Lord&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Why? You&mdash;and others?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17.5em;">We were weary.</span><br />
+Can you not understand? No peace in Europe.<br />
+It's well to conquer, but one wants to live!<br />
+Berlin, Vienna, never, never Paris!<br />
+Beginning and beginning and beginning,<br />
+Again, and yet again as in a nightmare;<br />
+Forever and forever in the saddle<br />
+Till we were sick of it!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Lackey.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Having taken out the wooden soldiers and come back.</i><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">What about us?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke and Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+Eh?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Lackey.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Us, the men, the mean, the rank and file?</span><br />
+Us, tramping broken, wounded, muddy, dying,<br />
+Having no hope of duchies or endowments,<br />
+Marching along and never getting further,<br />
+Too simple and too ignorant to covet<br />
+The famous marshal's baton in our knapsacks?<br />
+What about us, who marched through every weather,<br />
+Sweating but fearless, shivering without trembling,<br />
+Kept on our feel by trumpet-calls, by fever,<br />
+And by the songs we sang through conquered countries?<br />
+Us upon whom for seventeen years&mdash;just think!&mdash;<br />
+The knapsack, sabre, turn-screw, flint, and gun,<br />
+Beside the burden of an empty belly,<br />
+Made the sweet weight of five and fifty pounds?<br />
+Us, who wore bearskins in the burning tropics<br />
+And marched bareheaded through the snows of Russia,<br />
+Who trotted casually from Spain to Austria?<br />
+Us who, to free our travel-weary legs,<br />
+Like carrots from the slough of miry roads,<br />
+Often with both hands had to lug them out?<br />
+Us, who, not having jujubes for our coughs,<br />
+Took day-long foot-baths in the freezing Danube?<br />
+Who just had leisure when some officer<br />
+Came riding up, and gayly cried "To arms!<br />
+The enemy is on us! Drive him back!"<br />
+To eat a slice of rook&mdash;and raw at that,<br />
+Or quickly mix a delicate ice-cream<br />
+With melted snow and a dead horse's blood?<br />
+Us, who&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">At last!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Lackey.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">At night had little fear</span><br />
+Of bullets, but a holy dread of waking<br />
+Cannibals; us&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">At last&mdash;!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Lackey.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">Who marched and fought</span><br />
+Fasting, and only stopped&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">At last I see one!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Lackey.</span><br />
+<br />
+To fight&mdash;and then stopped fighting, four to one,<br />
+Only to march; and stopped again to fight!<br />
+Marching and fighting, naked, starved, but merry&mdash;<br />
+Don't you suppose we, too, were sick of it?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+But&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Lackey.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Though we owed him precious little thanks,</span><br />
+Nevertheless 'twas we whose hearts were true,<br />
+While you were ambling at the King's right hand.<br />
+In short, your Highness, in the great canteen,<br />
+Where souls are fed on glory, he may find<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Pointing to</i> <span class="smcap">Marmont</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+His laurels are not worth our small potatoes.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+Who is this Lackey with the veteran's growl?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Lackey.</span><br />
+<br />
+John Seraph Peter Flambeau, called Flambart&mdash;<br />
+"The glowing coal"&mdash;ex-sergeant grenadier.<br />
+Mamma from Picardy; Papa a Breton.<br />
+Joined at fourteen, two Germinal, year Three.<br />
+Baptised, Marengo; got my corporal's stripes<br />
+The fifteenth Fructidor, year Twelve. Silk hose<br />
+And sergeant's cane, steeped in my tears of joy.<br />
+July fourteenth, year Eighteen hundred and nine,<br />
+At Schönbrunn, for the Guards were here to serve<br />
+The sacred person of your Majesty.<br />
+Sixteen years' service, seen sixteen campaigns,<br />
+Fought Austerlitz, fought Eylau, Somo-Siera,<br />
+Eckmühl, Essling, Wagram, Smolensk, and so forth.<br />
+Thirty-two feats of arms, a lot of wounds,<br />
+And only fought for glory and dry bread.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+Surely you will not listen to him thus?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+No, sir, I will not listen thus, but standing!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+My Lord!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">For in the volume whose sublime</span><br />
+Chapters are headed with proud capitals<br />
+You are the titles and you catch the eye;<br />
+But these&mdash;these are the thousand little letters&mdash;<br />
+You're nought, without the black and humble army<br />
+That goes to make a page of history.<br />
+Oh, my brave Flambeau, painter of my soldiers,<br />
+To think while you were near me all this month,<br />
+I only looked upon you as a spy.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+Oh, our acquaintance dates much further back!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+How so?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Can't you recall me?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">Not at all.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+One Thursday in the garden of Saint Cloud<br />
+Marshal Duroc stood with a maid-in-waiting,<br />
+Watching your Highness at his nurse's breast&mdash;<br />
+Its whiteness, I remember, startled me.<br />
+Marshal Duroc exclaimed, "Come here!" I came.<br />
+But there were lots of things to make me nervous:<br />
+The Imperial child, the gorgeous rosy sleeves<br />
+The Maid of honor wore, Duroc, the breast&mdash;<br />
+In short, the tuft was shivering on my bearskin;<br />
+So much so that your Highness noticed it.<br />
+You gazed upon it pensively: what was it?<br />
+And while you hailed it with a milky laugh<br />
+You seemed uncertain which to admire the more<br />
+About this moving scarlet miracle:<br />
+Its motion, or the fact that it was scarlet.<br />
+Suddenly, while I stooped, your little hands<br />
+Began lo pull the precious tuft about.<br />
+Seeing my plight, the Marshal cried severely,<br />
+"Don't interfere"&mdash;I didn't interfere;<br />
+But having sunk upon my knees I heard<br />
+The nurse, the marshal, and the lady laughing.<br />
+And when I rose the grass was strewn with red:<br />
+As for my tuft, that was a beardless wire.<br />
+"I'll sign an order," said Duroc, "for two."<br />
+Back to my quarters then I strutted radiant;<br />
+"You there! hulloa!" exclaimed the Adjutant,<br />
+"Who's plucked you?" And I cried: "The King of Rome!"<br />
+And that is how one Thursday morn I met<br />
+Your Majesty. Your Highness has developed.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+No, not developed: that is why I grieve.<br />
+My "Majesty" has shrivelled to my "Highness."<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Flambeau</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+But since the Empire fell, what have you done?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+I think I've acted like a decent beggar.<br />
+I know Fournier and Solignac. In May<br />
+Eighteen-sixteen Didier and Sarlovèze<br />
+Conspire and fail. I see the child Miard<br />
+Perish, and David the old man, and weep;<br />
+They'd have beheaded me, but I am missing.<br />
+Good. I come back to Paris with an alias;<br />
+I smash a footstool on a royal guard<br />
+Because he'd trodden on my favorite corn.<br />
+I take the chair at noisy drinking bouts,<br />
+Spend thirty pence a month. I nurse a hope<br />
+That in the Var that Other still may land.<br />
+I swagger in a Bonapartist hat<br />
+And call whoever stares at me a vampire.<br />
+I fight some thirty duels. I conspire<br />
+At Béziers; fail. They'd have beheaded me,<br />
+But I am missing. Good. I join at once<br />
+The plot at Lyons. All are seized. I fly.<br />
+They'd have beheaded me, but I am missing.<br />
+So I come back to Paris, where, by chance,<br />
+I find myself mixed up in the Bazaar plot.<br />
+Lefèvre-Desnouettes is in America.<br />
+I join him there. "What's up, my General?"<br />
+Says I. Says he, "Come back." We start; we're wrecked.<br />
+My General's drowned, but I know how to swim;<br />
+And so I swim, bewailing Desnouettes.<br />
+Good. Very good. Sun&mdash;azure waves&mdash;and sea-mews.<br />
+A ship. They fish me up. I land in time<br />
+To be among the plotters of Saumur.<br />
+We fail again. They'd have beheaded me,<br />
+But I am missing. So I make for Greece,<br />
+To rub the rust off, thrashing dirty Turks.<br />
+One morning in July I'm back in France.<br />
+I see them heaping paving stones. I help.<br />
+I fight. At night the tricolor is hoisted.<br />
+Instead of the while banner of the King,<br />
+But as I think there still is something lacking<br />
+To crown the point of that disloyal staff;<br />
+You know&mdash;the golden thing that beats its wings.<br />
+I leave, to plot in the Romagna. Fail.<br />
+A relative of yours&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">Named?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">Camerata&mdash;</span><br />
+Makes me her fencing master&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">Ah!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">In Tuscany.</span><br />
+So we conspire with singlestick and rapier.<br />
+Next there's a post of danger vacant here;<br />
+They give me forged credentials; here I am.<br />
+I'm here; but every day I see the Countess,<br />
+For I have found the cave your Highness dug<br />
+With your preceptor Colin in the garden<br />
+To play at little Robinson. All right!<br />
+I hide in it. I find it has two openings:<br />
+This in an ant-heap; that, a bed of nettles.<br />
+I wait. Your cousin brings her sketch-book, and<br />
+There in the shadow of the Roman thingummies,<br />
+She on her camp-stool, I amid the mud,<br />
+She looking like an English tourist sketching,<br />
+I whispering from my cavern like a prompter,<br />
+We plan the means to make you Emperor.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+And for such loyalty, so long maintained,<br />
+What do you ask of me?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Just pull my ear.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+What?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">As your Father used to when we'd pleased him.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+But I&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">I'm waiting. Come. The thumb and index.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<span class="smcap">The Duke</span> <i>pulls his ear.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+That's not the way to pull an ear, my Lord!<br />
+You don't know how: you're much too gentlemanly.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Ah, do you think so?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Clumsy thing to say!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+Well, in a French Prince that's but half a fault.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+But can you see I'm French in these surroundings?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+Yes, you don't match. It's rich; it's heavy.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">What!</span><br />
+Can you see that?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">My brother's an upholsterer.</span><br />
+He works in Paris for Fontaine and Percier&mdash;<br />
+They try to imitate us here; but, Lord!<br />
+They've got a curious kind of Louis-Quinze!<br />
+I'm not an expert, but I've got an eye.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He lifts up a chair.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+Just look how finnicking this wood-work is.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He puts it down and looks at it.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+But then the tapestry! What taste! what mystery!<br />
+It sings. It laughs. It crushes all the room.<br />
+Why? Don't you know? Why, these are Gobelins!<br />
+How plain it is that cunning craftsmen made them.<br />
+This taste, this elegance swears with the rest&mdash;<br />
+And you my Lord, were also made in France!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Malmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+He must go back.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">And on the Cross of Honor</span><br />
+Once more engrave a little Emperor.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Whom have they put there now?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">Henry the Fourth&mdash;</span><br />
+Well, damn it all, it had to be a fighter!<br />
+But, <i>basta</i>! How Napoleon must laugh<br />
+To wear King Henry's mask upon his face!<br />
+Haven't you ever seen the cross?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">In shops.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+My Lord, it must be seen upon a breast.<br />
+Here on the cloth, a gout of ardent blood,<br />
+Which fell, and falling turned to burnished gold<br />
+And to enamel with an edge of green;<br />
+'Twas like a jewel pouring from a wound.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+It must have looked magnificent, my friend.<br />
+Here on your bosom.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">I?&mdash;I never had it.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+What! After all your modest heroism?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+One had to do far greater deeds to win it.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+You made no claim?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">The Little Corporal</span><br />
+Didn't bestow it; so I hadn't earned it.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Then I, who have no power, no throne, no title,<br />
+I, who am but a memory in a phantom,<br />
+That Duke of Reichstadt who with helpless grief<br />
+Can only wander under Austrian trees,<br />
+Carving an N upon their mossy trunks,<br />
+Wayfarer, only noticed when I cough;<br />
+Who have no longer even the little piece<br />
+Of watered silk so scarlet in my cradle;<br />
+I, on whose woes they vainly lavish stars,<br />
+Who only wear two crosses, not the One!<br />
+I, exiled, prisoner, sick, who may not ride<br />
+Along the front of pompous regiments<br />
+Scattering stars among my heroes; yet<br />
+I hope&mdash;I think&mdash;the son of such a father&mdash;<br />
+Into whose hands a firmament was given&mdash;<br />
+I think, in spite of shadows and dead days,<br />
+A little of the star clings to my fingers:&mdash;<br />
+John Seraph Peter Flambeau, I adorn you!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+You!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Oh, this ribbon is not real.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">The real</span><br />
+Is that we weep in taking. I have wept.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+Besides, it must be legalized in Paris.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+But how to get to Paris?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">Pack your trunk.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Alas!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">No more "Alas." To-day's the Ninth,</span><br />
+And if you'd like to be on the Pont-Neuf<br />
+The Thirtieth&mdash;you'll be there if you like&mdash;<br />
+Come to the ball to-morrow given by Nepomuk.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke and Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+By whom?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Prince Metternich (Clement Lothair</span><br />
+Wenceslas Nepomuk). Come. No more "Alas!"<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+You utter dangerous secrets in my presence!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+You'll not betray a plot in which you share.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Not Marmont!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Yes, I'm with you.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Flambeau</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">All the same</span><br />
+You didn't use much flattery to win me;<br />
+You gave me quite a warm reception.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">Yes;</span><br />
+And won a warm reception for myself.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+Very imprudent.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">True, but then my failing</span><br />
+Is ever overdoing things a little.<br />
+I always add a trifle to my orders<br />
+And wear a rose-bud when I go to battle:<br />
+My little joke.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">So if the Camerata</span><br />
+Cares to employ me&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">No! not Marmont!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20em;">Pooh!</span><br />
+Let him redeem himself!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">No!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">I have lists</span><br />
+Carefully made, of all the malcontents;<br />
+Maison, the French Ambassador, is my friend.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+Oh, he can serve us.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Compromises! No!</span><br />
+I'll not let Marmont consecrate himself!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+When you are crowned, my Lord, I will obey you.<br />
+Meanwhile I'll go at once to General Maison.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<span class="smcap">Marmont</span> <i>goes out.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+That venerable rascal's in the right.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+So be it, then! I'll come. But where's the proof<br />
+That France still feels herself my Father's widow?<br />
+Oh, Flambeau, time has passed; the ancient love<br />
+These worthy people bore us must have died.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+Their love of you, my Lord? Why that's immortal!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He takes from about his person the various articles</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>mentioned in the following scene.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Why, Flambeau, what is that?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">A pair of braces.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Have you gone mad?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Just look and see what's on 'em!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+My portrait!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Worn by quite a decent class.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+But Flambeau&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Will you take a pinch of snuff?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+I&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">On the box a little curly head.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+'Tis I!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">And what about this handkerchief?</span><br />
+Eh! Not so bad, the little King of Rome?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+But&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Colored print to paste upon your walls.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Again! on horseback!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Yes, and caracolling.</span><br />
+How d'you like this pipe?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">But tell me, Flambeau&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+You cannot say they haven't drawn you handsome!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+I&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">A cockade, to tease the government.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+What's that?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">A medal. Trivial fancy goods.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Still I?<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Still you. Look here, what words are ground</span><br />
+Upon this tumbler?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">"Francis, Duke of Reichstadt."</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+Of course you can't get on without a plate&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+A plate?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">A knife, a napkin-ring, an egg-cup.</span><br />
+They've made you look so happy on the egg-cup!<br />
+The table's laid, my Lord: my Lord is served!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>With increasing emotion.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Flambeau&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">On everything. Here's a cravat</span><br />
+In which you're woven riding in the clouds;<br />
+And playing cards of which you're Ace of Spades&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Flambeau!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">And Almanacs&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Flambeau!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19em;">And everything!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Flambeau!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">What, weeping? Take this handkerchief</span><br />
+And dry your eyes upon the King of Rome!<br />
+<br />
+[<i>He kneels by the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke's</span> <i>side and wipes his eyes<br />
+with the handkerchief.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+I bid you strike the iron while it's hot:<br />
+You've got the people and you've got the Marshals,<br />
+The King, the King himself, is only King<br />
+On one condition: that he's Bonapartist.<br />
+Vainly the Gallic cockerel spreads his wings<br />
+That, from a distance, he may seem an eagle.<br />
+We Frenchmen cannot breathe inglorious air;<br />
+The crown must slip from off a pear-shaped head.<br />
+The youth of France will rally to your side<br />
+Merrily shouting songs of Béranger&mdash;<br />
+The street has shuddered and the pavement trembled,<br />
+And Schönbrunn's not so pretty as Versailles!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+I will accept.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Military music is heard.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Ha!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>At the window.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">In the Court of honor</span><br />
+The trumpets of the Guard. The Emperor<br />
+Is coming home.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">My grandfather! My promise!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Flambeau</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+No; before accepting&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Damn it!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Listen!</span><br />
+I must make one attempt with him; but if<br />
+When you are here on guard to-night, you see<br />
+Something&mdash;that you're not used to seeing here&mdash;<br />
+It is a signal! I will fly.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">Latude!</span><br />
+What will the signal be?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">You'll see.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19.5em;">But if&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>An officer of the Noble Guard enters.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Officer.</span><br />
+<br />
+My Lord&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Taking stock of him.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">The beggars! Aren't they gorgeous swells!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Well?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Officer.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">As the Emperor passed, they came and said,</span><br />
+"O Sire, this is the one day in the week<br />
+Whereon your Majesty receives his subjects;<br />
+Many have come from far&mdash;" "I'd thought of it,"<br />
+Replied the Emperor, smiling; "and I hope<br />
+To see them. I'm at Schönbrunn as a grandfather,<br />
+I shall be with the Duke from five to six:<br />
+Let all my children be beside my grandson."<br />
+May they come up?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Yes! open all the doors!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Officer</span> <i>goes out.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Flambeau</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+Now quickly make a bundle of these treasures.<br />
+I'll look at them at leisure in my room.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+I make the bundle in the handkerchief.<br />
+But tell me what the signal is to be.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Oh, never fear! you will not fail to know it.<br />
+But&mdash;do you hear them? That's the Austrian Hymn.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+My word! It isn't worth the Marseillaise!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+The Marseillaise&mdash;well? have you tied the ends?<br />
+My father used to say it wore mustachios.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+Their blessed national hymn has scented whiskers.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+It wouldn't be bad fun to enter France,<br />
+Thus, with my bundle on my back, on foot.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+How cheerful and how funny you can be!<br />
+This is the first time I have seen you so.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+What? Rather young and merry? Thank you, Flambeau.<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Curtain.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="img"><img src="images/image16.png"
+style="padding:5%;"
+alt="decoration of two eagles with an orb between"
+width="348"
+height="133"
+/></p>
+
+<p class="img"><img src="images/image17.png"
+style="padding-top:15%;"
+alt="decoration of an eagle with wings spread wide and a crown above its head"
+width="438"
+height="225"
+/></p>
+
+<h3 class="top5"><a name="THE_THIRD_ACT" id="THE_THIRD_ACT"></a>THE THIRD ACT</h3>
+
+<p><i>Scene: The same as in the previous act.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>A miscellaneous crowd of men, women and children are
+discovered on the rising of the curtain. They
+are being placed in order by an</i> <span class="smcap">Officer</span>.</p>
+
+
+<p class="drama">
+<span class="character">The Officer.</span><br />
+<br />
+Line up. Be quiet. Boy, behave yourself.<br />
+The Emperor enters here; so leave a passage.<br />
+You, giant Highlander, don't scrape your feet.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Man.</span><br />
+<br />
+Will he pass here?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Officer.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Yes; and he'll take your papers.</span><br />
+Hold your petitions so that he can see them.<br />
+No tedious twaddle&mdash;Ah!&mdash;and you're forbidden<br />
+To kneel when he comes in.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Woman.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Forbidden or not,</span><br />
+That won't prevent us&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Emperor</span> <i>enters quite simply, without being</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>announced. All the people, in spite of the warning,</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>fall on their knees.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">Rise, my children, rise.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He passes from one to the other, taking their</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>papers. To a</i> <span class="smcap">Woman</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+Your pension's doubled.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Woman.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">Sire!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To a</i> <span class="smcap">Man</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">What? What? A team</span><br />
+Of oxen? That's expensive!&mdash;Granted.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Man.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Father!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Reading another paper.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Granted.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Woman.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Father Franz&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">What, you? All well</span><br />
+At home?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Woman.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Oh, so-so.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Well, old woman? Well?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Old Woman.</span><br />
+<br />
+Why, don't you see, the wind has killed my chickens.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+Granted.&mdash;A vocalist?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Vocalist.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">I yodle.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">Come</span><br />
+And yodle to the Court at Baden.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Chamberlain.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">Name?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Vocalist.</span><br />
+<br />
+Schnauser.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">A Highlander?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Highlander.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Out yonder</span><br />
+My home is, on the mountains, in the skies.<br />
+I want to be a cabman in Vienna.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+Well, so you shall.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Taking another paper.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">A wealthy husbandman</span><br />
+Begs Franz to give him back his daughter's love<br />
+Which a Bohemian glass-blower has stolen.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Handing back the paper.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+You'll wed your child to her Bohemian lover.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Husbandman.</span><br />
+<br />
+But&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">I'll endow him.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Chamberlain.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Name?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Husbandman.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">Johannes Schmoll.</span><br />
+I kiss your hands.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Taking another paper.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">"A shepherd of the Tyrol,</span><br />
+A friendless orphan, robbed of all his land,<br />
+Driven from his homestead by his father's foes,<br />
+Yearns for his native woods and skies"&mdash;how touching!&mdash;<br />
+"And his paternal meadow." 'Tis restored.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Chamberlain.</span><br />
+<br />
+What is the shepherd's name, who asks for help?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Shepherd.</span><br />
+<br />
+The Duke of Reichstadt! And the meadow's France!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Petitioners</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+Begone!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>All go.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">What's this?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">It seems if I were only</span><br />
+A mountain shepherd or a forester,<br />
+With nothing to attract your notice, Sire,<br />
+Save a cock's feather in my huntsman's hat,<br />
+You would have drawn me to your melting heart.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+But Franz&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Ah, now I know why all your subjects,</span><br />
+All those who are unhappy, call themselves<br />
+Your sons as much as we; but is it just,<br />
+Sire, is it just, that I, when I'm unhappy,<br />
+Have less of kinship than the least of these?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+But why just now&mdash;for I must scold you, sir&mdash;<br />
+When I was busy with these wretched people&mdash;<br />
+Why come to me just now, and not in private?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+I wished to find you when your heart was open.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+My heart&mdash;my heart!&mdash;You're somewhat over-bold!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+I know that you can do the thing I ask,<br />
+That I am wretched almost past endurance,<br />
+And that you are my Grandfather&mdash;that's all.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+But there is Europe&mdash;England&mdash;above all,<br />
+There's Metternich.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">You are my Grandfather.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+You don't know half the difficulties.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19.5em;">But</span><br />
+I am the grandson of your Majesty.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+But&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Sire, in whom alone I place my trust,</span><br />
+Be Grandfather a little while!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">But I&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Just for a moment drop the Emperor.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+Ah, what a coaxing way you always had.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+You know I cannot bear you when you look<br />
+Like the great portrait hanging in the throne-room,<br />
+With the ermine cloak and Golden Fleece upon you;<br />
+But here, like this, I like you very much.<br />
+With the dear silver of your floating hair,<br />
+Your kindly eyes, your simple coat and waistcoat;<br />
+For now you're just a dear old gentleman,<br />
+By whom a grandchild might be petted.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19.5em;">Petted!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Are you not bored to see the heavy jowls<br />
+Of Louis-Philip on the coins of France?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+Hush! hush!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Do you adore these podgy Bourbons?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+You are not like your cousins the Archdukes.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Indeed?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Where did you learn your saucy tricks?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+I learnt them playing in the Tuileries.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+Ah, you come back to that?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">I wish I could.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+Can you recall those days?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Oh, only vaguely.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+Can you recall your father?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke</span>.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">I remember</span><br />
+A man who pressed me hard against a star,<br />
+And as he pressed I felt with tears of fright<br />
+The diamond star was stamped upon my heart:<br />
+Sire, it has stayed there!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Do I blame you for it?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Yes, let the goodness of your nature speak!<br />
+When I was small you loved me, did you not?<br />
+You loved to have me with you at your meals,<br />
+And so we used to dine together&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17.5em;">Charming.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+My hair was long, and I was Prince of Parma;<br />
+And when they punished me you let me off.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+Do you remember how you hated ponies?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+One day they showed me one as white as snow;<br />
+I stamped with fury in the riding-school.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+You thought a pony was a deadly insult.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+I cried with rage: I want a great, big horse!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+And now you want another great, big horse!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+And how I used to beat my German nurses.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+And how with Colin you would calmly dig<br />
+Enormous holes about my park&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">For Crusoe.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+He was Man Friday.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">And I used to hide.</span><br />
+I had a gun, three hatchets and a bow.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+Then you stood sentinel before my door.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+As a hussar.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">And ladies, coming late,</span><br />
+Found this excuse quite natural:&mdash;"Oh, Sire,<br />
+We only stopped to kiss the sentinel!"<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+You loved me then.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">I love you now.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">Then prove it!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+My Franz! my grandson!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Is it true the King</span><br />
+Would simply disappear if I appeared?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+Well&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Is it true?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">I&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">Don't tell lies!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Perhaps!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+I love you!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Yes; if you appeared alone,</span><br />
+Without a drum, upon the bridge at Strassburg,<br />
+The King would vanish.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">I adore you, Grandad!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+I'm stifled!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">No.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">I should have held my tongue.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Besides, the climate of Vienna's bad:<br />
+I'm ordered Paris&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">Really?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">For my cough.</span><br />
+If I'm to spend a season there, of course<br />
+I can't stop anywhere but at the Louvre.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+Indeed!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">And if you liked&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">They've often begged us</span><br />
+To wink at your escaping&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Wink at once!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+Oh, for all me&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">There's no one else.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20em;">I'll think.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Don't think! Don't think those horrid second thoughts!<br />
+Consult your feelings only, and your heart,<br />
+'Twould be so pretty if an Emperor once<br />
+Upset all history to spoil his grandson.<br />
+And then it's something, something rather fine,<br />
+If you can just remark quite innocently,<br />
+<i>You</i> know: "My Grandson, Emperor of the French."<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+Certainly.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">And you'll say it! Say you'll say it!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+Well&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Speak, Sire!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Yes, then&mdash;Sire!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20em;">Ah, Sire!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>They salute each other as equals.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Sire!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 28.5em;">Sire!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>A door opens.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+Metternich. Have no fear; I'll&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17.5em;">All is lost!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Metternich</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+It is my will this child shall reign.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19.5em;">Delightful.</span><br />
+I'll tell your partisans at once.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17.5em;">I feared.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+What should you fear? Am I not master here?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Whom will you send me as Ambassador?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+Delightful.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">And you'll visit me in state?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+Yes, very likely; when the chambers rise.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+We'll only ask some trifling guarantees.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Ask what you like.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Well? are you happy?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21em;">First</span><br />
+We'll come to terms on trivial points of detail:<br />
+Certain seditious groups should be dissolved:<br />
+Our neighbors must not harbor thunderbolts.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Dear grandfather!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Ah&mdash;then we're very weary</span><br />
+Of hearing of the Heroes of July.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+But&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Now the imperialists and radicals</span><br />
+Are linked: we'll cut the link; we cannot favor<br />
+The dangerous modern spirit. We'll expel<br />
+Lammenais.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">But&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">And Chateaubriand. Ah&mdash;</span><br />
+We'll also put a muzzle on the press.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Oh, there's no hurry.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">Pardon me, there is.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Pardon me, that's attacking freedom.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Freedom!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+Ah&mdash;we must have free hand in Italy.<br />
+Ah&mdash;not so much excitement about Poland.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Ah? And what else?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Well, we shall have to solve</span><br />
+The question of the names. You know, the names<br />
+Of battles, Sire, which you&mdash;well&mdash;did not win:<br />
+The Marshals must not wear them.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">What is that?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+Perhaps&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Forgive me; but they must not think</span><br />
+They're lords of Austrian places; and you cannot<br />
+Approve their way of carrying off to France<br />
+Our villages by means of upstart titles.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Grandfather! Grandfather!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Well&mdash;it's evident&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Yet you and I were in each other's arms!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Metternich</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+And have you nothing further to demand?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+Yes; the suppression of the Tricolor.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Your Excellency wishes me to wash<br />
+The banner based in blood and crowned with heaven&mdash;<br />
+For it was dipped in horrors that bear fruit,<br />
+And it was bathed in universal hopes!&mdash;<br />
+Your Excellency asks me to efface<br />
+That gleam of heaven and that stain of blood,<br />
+And, having nothing but a blank sheet left,<br />
+To make a shroud for Freedom out of that!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+Freedom again!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Upon my father's side</span><br />
+I am related closely, Sire, to Freedom.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+Yes, the Duke's grandsire was the eighteenth Brumaire!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Yes, and the Revolution was my granddam!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+Silence!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">The Emperor a republican!</span><br />
+Utopia!&mdash;Play the Marseillaise in A<br />
+On trumpets, while the sentimental flute<br />
+Sighs "God preserve the Empire" in E flat.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+The two go very well together, sir,<br />
+And make a tune that frightens Kings away!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+This to my face? How dare you, sir? How dare you?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Ah, now I know what is expected of me!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+What does it mean? What is the matter with him?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+I am to be an Austrian Archduke<br />
+On a French throne!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">What has he read or seen?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+I have seen egg-cups, handkerchiefs, and pipes!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+He's mad! The words he utters are a madman's!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Mad to have thought you'd help me to my own.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+'Tis you alone obstruct your going home.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Yes, in a gig instead of on a gun!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+You shall not go at all!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">A cage?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17.5em;">We'll see!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+For all your cages I am still the Eaglet!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+The eagle on my flag has many eaglets:<br />
+You're one of them: that's all.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">Oh, gloomy eagle!</span><br />
+Sad, double-headed fowl, with heavy eye:<br />
+Eagle of Austria, cruel bird of night!<br />
+A glorious eagle of the dawn has passed<br />
+Athwart thine eyrie, and with ruffled feathers,<br />
+Raging and terror-stricken, thou beholdest<br />
+One of thine eaglets sprouting golden plumage!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+My heart was softening: I regret my tears.<br />
+These books and weapons shall be taken from you.<br />
+Dietrichstein!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8em;">He is not in the palace.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+Poor, morbid child, we will suppress whatever<br />
+Too much reminds you who your father was.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Then you must root up every violet,<br />
+Drive every single bee out of your park!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+Change all the servants!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">I'll dismiss them all:</span><br />
+Otto, Fritz, Hermann, Albrecht&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Close the shutters,</span><br />
+Lest yonder star remind me of my father's.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+And as for Dietrichstein, I'll sign at once<br />
+New regulations&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Metternich</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Write.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Where is the ink?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+My inkstand's on the table; you may use it.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+Where? I see nothing!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">The Minerva's head,</span><br />
+In bronze and marble.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">Still I cannot see it.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Then take the other, made of burnished gold,<br />
+On yonder console&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">Where?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">What inkstands?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Sire,</span><br />
+Those which my father left me.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">What do you mean?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Yes! in his testament! And there, the pistols,<br />
+Four pistols of Versailles. Take them away.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Bringing his fist down on the table.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+What's this?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">You must not hit the table, Sire!</span><br />
+Now you've knocked down the sword he wore as Consul!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+These things you speak of&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">Are before my eyes!</span><br />
+"They are to be surrendered to my son<br />
+When he has reached sixteen." Despite the crime<br />
+Which holds them back, they're mine: I have their soul!<br />
+The soul of every cross, of every jewel,<br />
+And all is here: the three mahogany caskets,<br />
+And all the snuff-boxes, and all the spurs,<br />
+The golden garter-buckles and the gorgets,<br />
+I've all! The iron sword, the enamelled sword,<br />
+The sword in which a never-setting sun<br />
+Has left its fires imprisoned, so that none<br />
+May dare to draw it lest the sun leap forth;<br />
+I have the sword-belts also, all the six!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+Silence!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">"To be surrendered to my son</span><br />
+When he has reached sixteen." Oh, Father, sleep.<br />
+For I have all; even your uniforms.<br />
+Oh, yes! To you my uniform looks white&mdash;<br />
+Well, it's not true&mdash;it's false&mdash;I am pretending!<br />
+Father, behold, it's blue and red, behold!<br />
+Colonel? Not so! Lieutenant in your Guard!<br />
+By the device your soldiers bore I know it,<br />
+Father, who gave me victories for sisters!<br />
+'Twas not in vain you wished me to possess<br />
+The alarm-clock of King Frederick of Prussia,<br />
+Which you magnificently stole from Potsdam,<br />
+For here it is! 'Tis ticking in my brain!<br />
+It is the clock which wakes me every morning,<br />
+Drives me exhausted by my midnight toil<br />
+Back to my narrow table, to my toil,<br />
+To be more fit by night-fall for the throne!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+The throne! the throne! Oh, never hope again<br />
+That you may reign in France, you&mdash;Upstart's son,<br />
+Because our nobler blood has made you look<br />
+Rather more kingly than your father was.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Forgive me, but at Dresden, you remember,<br />
+You all appeared like lackeys of my father.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+A common soldier!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">He had but to ask</span><br />
+And Emperors gave their daughters to this soldier.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+Perhaps. I cannot say. Mine is a widow.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Pity I'm here as living evidence!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+Have you forgotten how we loved each other?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+No! No! My birth is proof that you were beaten!<br />
+No! you can only hate me; for I am<br />
+Wagram personified before your eyes!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+Out of my sight! Begone!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Exit the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">The child I loved!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+Well, Sire, is he to have an empire?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Never!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+Do you perceive what I have saved you from?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+Ah! did you hear the monstrous things he said?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+We must subdue him.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">For his own sake; yes,</span><br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+For the world's peace and yours.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">We must subdue him.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+I'll come and speak to him to-night.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19em;">What grief</span><br />
+He gives me!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Trying to lead him away.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Come.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">You'll speak to-night?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 22.5em;">This scene</span><br />
+Must never be repeated.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">It has hurt me.</span><br />
+Unhappy child!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Leading him off.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Come, Sire.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Emperor.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Without.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">The child&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>His voice dies away.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span> <i>opens his door very gently, sees they</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>are gone, listens a moment, then enters quickly</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>and places one of Napoleon's little hats on the</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>table.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20.5em;">The signal!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He returns to his room.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<span class="smcap">Flambeau</span> <i>enters.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+'Tis time. Well, signal? Are you here?&mdash;Perhaps.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He hunts for it.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+"Flambeau," he said, "you cannot fail to find it."<br />
+Now, is it high or low, or black or white?<br />
+Or great or small?<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He sees the hat.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">The Emperor's&mdash;! Small <i>and</i> great!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He goes toward the window.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+Oh, but the Countess watches in the park,<br />
+And if the signal's here I am to signal:<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He takes out his handkerchief.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+No! This won't do. A white flag makes her ill.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>A servant enters with a reading-lamp, which he</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>carries toward the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke's</span> <i>room.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Servant.</span><br />
+<br />
+The Duke of Reichstadt's reading-lamp.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Leaping upon him and seizing the lamp.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20em;">You dolt!</span><br />
+It's leaking! It must have fresh air!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He takes it out on the balcony.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+You wave it three times so: arrange the wick;<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He does as he says and gives the lamp back to</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>the</i> <span class="smcap">Servant.</span>]</span><br />
+<br />
+That's it. See that?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Servant.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Oh, aren't you clever?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He carries the lamp into the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke's</span> <i>room.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Rather!</span><br />
+To-morrow&mdash;flight!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<span class="smcap">Sedlinzky</span> <i>enters.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">The Duke?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Pointing to the room.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">In there.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Watch here.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+I'm watching.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">Lock!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He goes out.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Locking the door after him.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Locked!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Without.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">Take the key out.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Out.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+None but the Emperor has the key. Be careful&mdash;<br />
+Watch.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">As I always do.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He bends over the key-holes and arranges them</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>carefully.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">And for the night</span><br />
+I'll close the eyelids of the key-holes softly.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky's Voice.</span><br />
+<br />
+Good-night, you Piedmontese.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Good-night, my Lord.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky's Voice.</span><br />
+<br />
+Remember! you're on duty.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">I'm on duty.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky's Voice.</span><br />
+<br />
+Well, that's all right. Good-night.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">Good-night!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He throws off his livery coat. Puts on the busby,</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>which is standing on the console, and shoulders</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>the musket. He is now in the full accoutrement</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>of a Grenadier of the Guards.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">And thus,</span><br />
+Suddenly upright, thin, unliveried,<br />
+Locked in till dawn, and safe against surprise,<br />
+Glowering with grizzled brows beneath his busby,<br />
+Straight in his ancient uniform, his gun<br />
+Firm in his arm, his hand on his right nipple,<br />
+The fixed and regulation attitude,<br />
+Standing thus every night before your threshold,<br />
+Giving himself a password full of pride,<br />
+Pleased with a deed that's grave, and yet a jest,<br />
+A Grenadier at Schönbrunn stands on guard<br />
+About the son as once about the Father.<br />
+'Tis the last time! You'll never hear of it.<br />
+'Tis for myself. A private luxury.<br />
+I must be mad to do a thing like this<br />
+For no one's eye, but just to say "By Jove,<br />
+That's rather good!" At Schönbrunn! In their teeth!<br />
+But I'm delighted!&mdash;I'm content!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He hears the noise of a key in the door.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">I'm damned!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>The door opens gently.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+Who can have got the key?<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He retires into the shadow by the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke's</span> <i>door.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<span class="smcap">Metternich</span> <i>enters, carrying a large candelabrum.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">No, no! This scene</span><br />
+Must never be repeated.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">Nepomuk!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+Yes, I will speak to-night. We are alone.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>As he puts down the candelabrum he sees the hat.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+What's this? I never knew he had one like&mdash;<br />
+Ah! the Archduchess must have sent him this;<br />
+So there thou art, thou legendary hat!<br />
+'Tis many years&mdash;Good day!&mdash;What sayst thou? What?<br />
+No, from thy little sable pyramid<br />
+Twelve years of splendor gaze on me in vain,<br />
+I do not fear thee now.<br />
+The leathern tag<br />
+With which he constantly could take thee off,<br />
+And so win cheers yet leave thy shape unharmed.<br />
+With thee he fanned himself after each victory;<br />
+Thou couldst not fall from his unheeding fingers,<br />
+But straight a king would stoop to pick thee up.<br />
+To-day, my friend, thou art a reach-me-down,<br />
+And if I tossed thee through the casement yonder<br />
+Where wouldst thou end thy days?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To himself.</i>]                   In a museum!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+The famous little hat&mdash;how very ugly!<br />
+They called it little&mdash;is it really little?<br />
+No; it is big; enormous; it's the hat<br />
+A little man puts on to increase his inches.<br />
+For 'twas a hatter set the legend going:<br />
+The real Napoleon, after all, was Poupart.<br />
+Ah, never think my hatred of thee slumbers!<br />
+'Twas for thy shape's sake first I hated thee,<br />
+Thou vampire-bat of bloody battle-fields,<br />
+Hat that seemed fashioned out of raven's wings.<br />
+I hated thee for pitilessly soaring<br />
+Above the fields which witnessed our defeats,<br />
+Half-circle, seeming on the ruddy sky<br />
+The orb half-risen of some sable sun!<br />
+And for thy crown wherein the devil lurks,<br />
+Thou juggler's hat, laid with a sudden hand<br />
+Upon a throne, an army, or a nation&mdash;<br />
+When thou wert lifted all had disappeared.<br />
+I hated thee for the salutes I gave thee,<br />
+For thy simplicity&mdash;mere affectation&mdash;<br />
+Thy insolent joy, thou piece of common beaver<br />
+Amid the glittering diadems of gold;<br />
+For staying firmly on his haughty head<br />
+When I sought flattering epithets to please thee.<br />
+Conqueror, new, acclaimed, I hated thee!<br />
+I hate thee now, old, conquered and betrayed!<br />
+I hate thee for thy haughty shadow, cast<br />
+Forever on the wall of history;<br />
+I hate thee for thy Jacobin cockade,<br />
+Staring upon me like a bloodshot eye;<br />
+For all the murmurs sounding in thy shell,<br />
+That huge black shell the waves have left behind<br />
+Wherein the shuddering listener may hear<br />
+The rumor of a nation on the march.<br />
+I hate thee for the pride of France, whose bounds<br />
+Thou hast enlarged until she scorns the world;<br />
+For Béranger I hate thee, and Raffet,<br />
+For all the songs and all the pasquinades,<br />
+And for the halo of Saint Helena.<br />
+I hate thee, hate thee. I shall not be happy<br />
+Until thy clumsy triangle of cloth,<br />
+Despoiled of its traditions, is again<br />
+What it should ne'er have ceased to be in France&mdash;<br />
+The headgear of a village constable.<br />
+I hate&mdash;but suddenly&mdash;how strange!&mdash;the present<br />
+Sometimes with impish glee will ape the past!&mdash;<br />
+Seeing thy well-known shape before me thus<br />
+Carries my mind back to a distant day,<br />
+For it was here he always put thee down<br />
+When twenty years ago he sojourned here.<br />
+This room was then the ante-chamber; here,<br />
+Waiting till graciously he showed himself,<br />
+Dukes, Princes, Magyars, huddling in a corner,<br />
+Fixed from afar their humbled eyes upon thee,<br />
+Like lions, dreading with a helpless fury<br />
+The tamer's hat forgotten in the cage.<br />
+'Twas thus he placed thee, and here lay, as now,<br />
+Weapons and papers. One might say 'twas he<br />
+Had tossed thee carelessly upon the map,<br />
+That this were still his home, this Bonaparte!<br />
+And that by turning, on the threshold&mdash;there&mdash;<br />
+I should behold the Grenadier on&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He starts on seeing</i> <span class="smcap">Flambeau</span> <i>standing rigid</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>before the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke's</span> <i>door; he rubs his eyes.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Ha!</span><br />
+No! no! I'm feverish; my <i>tête-à-tête</i><br />
+With the old hat plays havoc with my nerves!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He looks and draws near.</i> <span class="smcap">Flambeau</span> <i>does not</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>move.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+Or have the moonbeams conjured up a spectre?<br />
+What is it, then? Let's see&mdash;let's see&mdash;let's see!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He strides furiously toward</i> <span class="smcap">Flambeau</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+Who are you, fellow?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Presenting his bayonet.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Who goes there?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Recoiling.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19.5em;">The devil!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Coldly.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Pass, devil.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>With a forced laugh, coming toward him again.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Yes,&mdash;a very clever jest,</span><br />
+But&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Presenting his bayonet again.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Who goes there?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Recoiling.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">But&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">Move and you are dead.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+But&mdash;I&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Quiet!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Let me pass!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">The Emperor sleeps!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+What!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Silence!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">I'm the Austrian Chancellor!</span><br />
+I am all-powerful! I'm&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">Shut your mouth!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+I want to see the Duke of Reichstadt!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Out!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+How&mdash;out?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">What's Reichstadt? Never heard of Reichstadt!</span><br />
+Auerstadt, Elchingen, they're dukes I know.<br />
+Reichstadt's no duke. There's been no victory there.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+But, we're at Schönbrunn!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">I should rather think so!</span><br />
+Thanks to our new success we're quartered here;<br />
+And here we're getting ready at our leisure<br />
+To give the world another drubbing! See?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+What's that you say? A new success?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">Colossal!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+This is July the ninth in Eighteen&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Nine!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich</span>.<br />
+<br />
+Can I be mad?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">Who are you? Where d'you spring from?</span><br />
+Why aren't you snug in bed? It's very fishy&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+I&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Who let this braggart pass? The Mameluke?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+The Mameluke?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">All's going to the dogs!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+But&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">You here in the ante-room at night!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+But I&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">You calmly cross the Rosa chamber</span><br />
+Unchallenged by the sentinel on guard!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+What?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">When you ventured through the small rotunda,</span><br />
+Was there no yatagan to shave your cheek?<br />
+Were there no sergeants in the white saloon<br />
+Brewing their punch upon the golden stove?<br />
+No bristling veterans in the china-room?<br />
+And in the galleries? The Grenadiers<br />
+Saw you come strolling as a matter-of-course?<br />
+A man may cross the oval cabinet<br />
+And not be turned to mince-meat by Duroc?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+The Marshal&mdash;?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Is the bulldog turned to lapdog?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+I come here&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">So the palace is an inn?</span><br />
+And when you'd managed all the sentinels,<br />
+Where were the rest? The porter? Gone to bed?<br />
+The valet? Absent? And the secretary?<br />
+Where was he hidden? In his own portfolio?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+But I&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Instead of being after you,</span><br />
+No doubt the Aide-de-Camp was after women!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+But&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">And the Moor was saying prayers to Allah?</span><br />
+At any rate it's lucky I was here.<br />
+What discipline! If he looks into this<br />
+I'll bet my head he'll let the beggars know!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+I'm going&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Ah! don't stir! You'll wake him!</span><br />
+He's sleeping on his little bed of laurels.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Falling into an arm-chair.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Was never such a dream! 'Twill make an epic!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">[<i>His hand touches the flame of one of the candles.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+Well, but this candle&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">Burns.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Feeling the point of</i> <span class="smcap">Flambeau's</span> <i>bayonet.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">This weapon&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">Stings!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+Then I'm awake! I'm&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Hold your tongue!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+And what of Waterloo?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">Of water&mdash;what?</span><br />
+[<i>Listening</i>.]<br />
+<br />
+The Emperor stirred.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">The Emperor?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Oh, my stars!</span><br />
+Now you turn whiter than a bugler's horse!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+It is the Duke of Reichstadt! I'm not scared!<br />
+It is the Duke! I'm sure of it!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">The Emperor!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span> <i>enters, with the reading lamp in his</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>hand</i>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+Aha! Tis you! 'Tis you! It is your Highness!<br />
+Ah, but how glad I am!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Puzzled</i>.]<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Why are you glad?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+The joke was played so well, I really thought<br />
+Another might come out!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>As if waking from a dream.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">Faith, so did I!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Flambeau</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+What's this?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">My little joke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Ringing</i>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">Help!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Fly!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 22em;">The window!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+The sentinel will shoot you!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">If he can.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Your livery!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Putting his foot on it.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">No!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Bah!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Aside to the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>, <i>while</i> <span class="smcap">Metternich</span> <i>rings</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>again</i>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">I will seek my cavern.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+But I&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">The ball to-morrow!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Are you mad?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+You'll find me.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">Quiet!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<span class="smcap">Flambeau</span> <i>goes out by the window.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">If he'd only break</span><br />
+His neck&mdash;He's singing!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>On the balcony.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">Hush!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau's Voice.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">My little joke!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>A shot is heard.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Missed!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">With what ease he finds his way about.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+He knows it; he has been here once before.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Lackeys</span> <i>who show themselves at the door.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Too late. Begone. I do not need your help.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Lackeys</span> <i>disappear.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+And not a word of this to the police!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+I never raise a laugh against myself.<br />
+What's the importance of a veteran's joke?<br />
+You're not Napoleon?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Who has settled that?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+You have his hat, perhaps, but not his head!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Ah, yes, an epigram to damp my ardor.<br />
+'Tis not the pin-prick this time, 'tis the lash<br />
+That drives me headlong toward the wildest dreams.<br />
+I've not the head, you say? How do you know?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Takes the candelabrum in his hand and leads the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span> <i>to the cheval glass.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+How do I know? Just glance into this mirror.<br />
+Look at the sullen sadness of your face,<br />
+The grim betrayal of your fair complexion,<br />
+This crushing golden hair&mdash;I bid you look!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Struggling to get out of his grasp.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+No!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">You're environed with a fatal mist!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+No!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Though you know it not, 'tis Germany,</span><br />
+'Tis Spain, for ages dormant in your blood,<br />
+Make you so haughty, sorrowful, and charming.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+No! no!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Bethink you of your self-distrust!</span><br />
+You&mdash;reign? Come, come! You would be pale and wan;<br />
+One of those timid, introspective kings<br />
+Who are imprisoned lest they abdicate.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+No, no!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+Not yours the energetic brow!<br />
+Yours is the brow of languor and of yearning.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Shaking, passes his left hand across his brow.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+My&mdash;brow?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">And drearily your Highness passes</span><br />
+Over an Austrian brow a Spanish hand!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+My&mdash;hand?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Observe the frail and tapering fingers</span><br />
+Seen fair and jewelled in long lines of portraits!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+No!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And those eyes through which your ancestors</span><br />
+Look forth!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">The eyes&mdash;?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">Ay! note them well! The eyes</span><br />
+Wherein how many eyes we've seen before<br />
+Dream of the fagot, weep for perished squadrons!<br />
+Dare you, whose conscience is so sensitive,<br />
+Ascend the throne of France with eyes like those?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Ah! but my Father!&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Naught of him is in you!</span><br />
+Search! Search again! Come closer to the light!<br />
+He stole our ancient blood to mix with his,<br />
+That his might grow more ancient. But he stole<br />
+Only the racial melancholy, and<br />
+The feebleness, and&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">I beseech you!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19.5em;">Look!</span><br />
+Look in the mirror! You turn pale?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Enough!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+And on your lips you recognize the pout<br />
+As of a doll, of Marie Antoinette,<br />
+Her whom your France beheaded; for your Father,<br />
+While stealing glory, stole mishap as well!<br />
+Nay! raise the chandelier!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He forces the chandelier into the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke's</span> <i>right</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>hand, and holds him by that wrist</i>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">I am afraid.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+You cannot gaze into this glass at night,<br />
+But all your race will gibber at your back!<br />
+Look&mdash;in the gloom&mdash;that shade is Mad Johanna,<br />
+And yonder Thing, that moves so deathly slow,<br />
+Is the pale sovereign in his crystal coffin.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+No! 'Tis the radiant pallor of my Father!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+Yonder, recoiling, Rudolph and his lions!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+The clash of steeds and weapons! 'Tis the Consul!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+Lo! in a noisome crypt one fashions gold.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+He fashions glory on the sands of Egypt.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+Aha! Here's Charles the Fifth, with hair cropped close,<br />
+Dying for having sought self-burial!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Help!</span><br />
+Father!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">The Escurial! Grisly phantoms</span><br />
+And frowning walls!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">Ah, hither! smiling visions:</span><br />
+Compiègne and Malmaison!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">You see them! see them!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Roll, drums of Arcola, and drown his voice!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+The mirror's teeming!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Twisting his wrist loose, but still holding the chandelier.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">I will shatter it!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+Others, and others yet, arrive!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Hurling the chandelier into the mirror.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">'Tis shattered!</span><br />
+Not one remains! Not one!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Pointing at the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span> <i>with a terrible gesture.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Yes!&mdash;One!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19.5em;">No, no!</span><br />
+It is not I! Not I!&mdash;My Father!&mdash;Help!<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Curtain.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+<p class="img"><img src="images/image18.png"
+alt="decoration"
+width="193"
+height="185"
+/></p>
+
+<p class="img"><img src="images/image19.png"
+style="padding-top:15%;"
+alt="decoration of five torches with a hand for the flame"
+width="433"
+height="255"
+/></p>
+
+
+
+<h3 class="top5"><a name="THE_FOURTH_ACT" id="THE_FOURTH_ACT"></a>THE FOURTH ACT</h3>
+
+<p><i>The Park at Schönbrunn. Ruins of a Roman Arch in
+the centre, in front of which is a fountain. Entrances
+on the right and on the left. Towards the
+right, in front, is a pile of stones, parts of columns,
+a head of Neptune, a broken urn, the whole covered
+with ivy and shrubs. Orange-trees in boxes,
+bearing fruit and blossom, are dotted about, with
+lamps hanging in their foliage. At the rise of the
+curtain a gay throng of</i> <span class="smcap">Lords</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Ladies</span>
+<i>in dominos and other disguises are moving about
+the stage.</i></p>
+
+
+<p class="drama">
+<span class="character">First Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+Who is the clown?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Second Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Don't know.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Third Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">The Cardinal?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">First Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+Don't know.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Second Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">The Punchinello?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Third Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">I don't know.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fourth Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+It's too delicious.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fifth Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">All incognito.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Punchinello.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To a lady in a domino.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Your ear&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Domino.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">What for?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Punchinello.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">Ah, hush! My secret!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">First Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 22.5em;">Watteau&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Punchinello.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To another</i> <span class="smcap">Domino</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+Your ear&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">First Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Would have delighted in these figures&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Domino.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Punchinello</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+What for?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Punchinello.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Ah, hush! My secret!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">First Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">And these ruins.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Another Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+All is uncertain, tremulous, and vague&mdash;<br />
+Our hearts, the music, moonbeams, and the water.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+And so, dear Attaché of the French Embassy,<br />
+Here I've contrived half-darkness and half-silence,<br />
+And yonder in the music and the light<br />
+The ball&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">It's really&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Rather good, I think.</span><br />
+This way&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">You condescend to be my guide?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+Dear friend, I'm prouder of this little ball,<br />
+Of having mingled all these courtly perfumes<br />
+With the wild odors of the midnight woods,<br />
+Than ever of the Congress of Verona.<br />
+That is the vestiary and the way out<br />
+So that in leaving you may find at once<br />
+Your Polish mantle or your overcoat.<br />
+Lastly, the theatre which I've contrived<br />
+On yonder bowling-green, near Cupid's fountain,<br />
+Where, in a set-piece made of natural foliage,<br />
+Some princely amateurs will play "Michel<br />
+And"&mdash;I don't know&mdash;some dainty little piece<br />
+By a French author: Eugène&mdash;what's-his-name?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+And&mdash;supper?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Here.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">What?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Every box will blossom</span><br />
+With snowy tablecloths and golden dishes.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+The orange-trees?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">My own idea. They'll bring</span><br />
+All they can find. Under each leafy ball<br />
+Two couples will be seated, starved and laughing.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+Supper in short at separate orange-trees?<br />
+Splendid.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Why, yes.&mdash;And as for grave affairs&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>To a</i> <span class="smcap">Lackey</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+Tell them to play no more Slavonic dances&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Attaché</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+I do not put them off. Not I. I leave<br />
+<br />
+Ere supper-time to meet the Hospodars&mdash;<br />
+They are awaiting me&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+[<i>To a</i> <span class="smcap">Lackey</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Those wreaths are skimpy.</span><br />
+My hobby's organizing balls like this;<br />
+And when the revelry is at its highest<br />
+Back to the everlasting Eastern Question!<br />
+I love to rule a people and a ball:<br />
+The Arbiter of Europe&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">And its elegance!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Arbiter Elegantiarum!</i><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">Ah,</span><br />
+You're talking Latin; you've been drinking?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 22.5em;">Rum.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+Fanny has kept you very late at table;<br />
+Oh, this <i>liaison!</i> you're as good as lost.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+What? I and Fanny? Off.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">What?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">Off.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Seeing the Prefect of Police.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+One word.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Metternich</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">It's off.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>To a</i> <span class="smcap">Domino</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">'Twas wrong to bring you, Fanny.</span><br />
+If they discovered you! What an imprudence!<br />
+A public dancer!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Oh, I'll dance discreetly.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+They'll find you out. For heaven's sake be clumsy.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+A plot?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Yes; for the Duke!&mdash;and at this ball!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Lightly</i>.]<br />
+<br />
+Here! you alarm me!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">Be an angel, Fanny,</span><br />
+And tell me why you wished to come.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">Caprice.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+I fear the Duke no more. I've killed his pride.<br />
+And he's in mourning for it. He'll not come.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+But there's a plot!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">Bah!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Women&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Featherbrains.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+No! Noble ladies.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Really?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Poles and Greeks:</span><br />
+Princess Grazalcowitch.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">Grazalcowitch!</span><br />
+That's terrible!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>To a</i> <span class="smcap">Lackey</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Pray let me have a sandwich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+You laugh?&mdash;Hush!&mdash;Here they come. They've fled the light<br />
+And seek a nook to whisper in.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Enter several</i> <span class="smcap">Dominos</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">One of the Dominos.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">My dear,</span><br />
+How sweet it is to run a risk for his sake.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Second Domino.</span><br />
+<br />
+Let us conspire!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Third Domino.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">His hair's such lovely auburn.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fourth Domino.</span><br />
+<br />
+It's like a pretty little halo, dear,<br />
+Through which a regal crown is dimly seen.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fifth Domino.</span><br />
+<br />
+He has a doubly-fascinating charm:&mdash;<br />
+A fair Napoleon! Hamlet dressed in white!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">First Domino.</span><br />
+<br />
+Let us conspire!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Second Domino.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">First, I suggest we order</span><br />
+A golden bee from Stieger in Vienna.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Another Domino.</span><br />
+<br />
+Vienna! Why? That <i>would</i> be idiotic!<br />
+We'll have it made by Odiot in Paris.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fourth Domino.</span><br />
+<br />
+I move we always wear with every dress<br />
+A very striking bunch of violets.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">First Domino.</span><br />
+<br />
+That's it, Princess!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Another Domino.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">And let us risk returning</span><br />
+To Empire fashions.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Second Domino.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">For evening: not for day.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Third Domino.</span><br />
+<br />
+Dear, don't forget the horrible short waists.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">All.</span><br />
+<br />
+And all the puffs!&mdash;and ruches!&mdash;Dearest!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21.5em;">Ladies&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">All.</span><br />
+<br />
+Good heavens!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">Go on with your delicious plotting.</span><br />
+Conspire! conspire! Ha-ha!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He goes out, laughing heartily.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">First Domino.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">And now</span><br />
+That thanks to idle chatter we've removed<br />
+Whatever doubts Sedlinzky had aroused,<br />
+We'll prove that after female Machiavellis<br />
+The Metternichest Metternich's a baby.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">All.</span><br />
+<br />
+Yes!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">First Domino.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Each remembers what she has to do?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">All.</span><br />
+<br />
+Yes!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">First Domino.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Mingle with the dances.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Several Masks.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Pursuing another.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">He's so funny!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+It must be Sandor!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Another.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">No! it's Fürstenberg!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Another.</span><br />
+<br />
+And who's the bear, dancing to Schubert's waltz?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+What's sad Elvira's dress? A star?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">A night-light.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+Thecla, the hypocrite&mdash;?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">Disguised as Truth.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Entering with</i> <span class="smcap">Theresa</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+Not gone to Parma, sister?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">No. To-morrow.</span><br />
+The Duchess put it off to see this ball.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Pointing to a Domino who passes at the back</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>accompanied by a Mask.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+She's yonder with Bombelles: the greenish cape.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+I'm glad you're going, for <i>Noblesse oblige</i>;<br />
+I couldn't stand much more of those asides<br />
+Between the little Bonaparte and you.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+What?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">'Tis our glory that our ancestors</span><br />
+Have not been over-prudish with our kings;<br />
+It is no fall to pick up handkerchiefs<br />
+When on the handkerchief a lily's broidered.<br />
+But honor never will accept a rag<br />
+Which bears the Bonapartist weed and hornet,<br />
+Woe to the Ogre's brat&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">What!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">If he touched you!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+You use expressions, brother&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">They are warnings.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Bear.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Passing with a Chinese woman.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+How do you know I am a diplomat?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Chinese Woman.</span><br />
+<br />
+Why, by the skilful way you hide your claws.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Pursuing</i> <span class="smcap">Fanny</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+Is there no way of knowing who you are?<br />
+Now, are you English?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;"><i>Ja.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Or German?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21em;"><i>Oui.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Entering with the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+My Lord, is not the ball beyond compare?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Punchinello.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To a</i> <span class="smcap">Domino</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+Your ear&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Domino.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">What for?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Punchinello.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">My secret! Hush!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>To another</i> <span class="smcap">Domino</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Your ear!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+This corner's charming, given up to shadows&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Chinese Woman.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Bear</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+What are you carrying on your arm?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Bear.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">My nose-ring.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+Charming, those scattered blocks, the broken god,<br />
+The ivied urn, and, in its frame of stone,<br />
+Yonder the water. It is like&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">A mirror!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+What had Prince Metternich to say last night?<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Seeing the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span> <i>unmask.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+You take your mask off?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">And, alas, that's all</span><br />
+A stone.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">What for?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">To cast into the pond&mdash;</span><br />
+All's vanished. Only circles on the water.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+You are depressed, and yet to-night the plot<br />
+Must come to a head if I may trust the symptoms.<br />
+These lines were slipped into my hand this morning:<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He takes a note out of his pocket.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+"Ask him to be there early, and to wear<br />
+His uniform beneath a violet cloak."<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Oh, 'twere too criminal&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">The note&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19.5em;">The note</span><br />
+Is from a woman anxious not to miss me.<br />
+I've taken her advice, for I am here<br />
+Only for love's adventure.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">No!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">That's all.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+But then&mdash;the plot?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">Oh, 'twere too criminal,</span><br />
+Dear country, made of sunshine and of laughter,<br />
+To raise upon the high seat of thy glory<br />
+A child of night, misfortune, and the Escurial!<br />
+What if, when I were seated there, the past,<br />
+Plunging its yellow hands into my soul,<br />
+With hideous claws unearthed some ancestor:<br />
+Some Rudolph or some Philip? Ah! I dread<br />
+Lest at the humming of Imperial bees<br />
+The monster sleeping in me should awake.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Laughing.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Prince, this is madness!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>With a shudder and a look which makes</i> <span class="smcap">Prokesch</span><br />
+<i>start back with horror.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">Madness! Do you think so?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+Good heavens!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">Buried in their fastnesses,</span><br />
+Cowering in Bohemia or Castile,<br />
+Each had his madness. What is mine to be?<br />
+Come! We'll decide! You see I am resigned.<br />
+'Tis time to choose&mdash;and I have choice enough:<br />
+My thoughtful forebears left a catalogue!<br />
+Shall I be melomaniac or astrologer?<br />
+Catch birds, bend o'er alembics, mumble prayers?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+Too well I see what Metternich has done!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Grandfather, shall I carry on your great<br />
+Herbarium, where the hellebore is missing?<br />
+Or shall I, living, play at being dead?<br />
+Which ancestor will godfather my madness?<br />
+The living-dead, the alchemist, or bigot?<br />
+You see, they took their madness rather sadly,<br />
+But mingled perfumes make a novel scent;<br />
+My brain, mixed of these gloomy brains, may start<br />
+Some pretty little madness of its own.<br />
+Come! What shall my peculiar madness be?<br />
+By heavens! My instincts, conquered till to-day,<br />
+Make it quite simple: I'll be mad with love!<br />
+I'll love and love, and crush, with bitter hate,<br />
+This Austrian lip under a passionate kiss!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+Prince!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">As Don Juan I am all my race!</span><br />
+Snarer of hearts, astrologer of eyes;<br />
+I'll have herbaria full of blighted names,<br />
+And the philosopher's stone I seek is love!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+My Lord!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Why, if you think of it, dear friend,</span><br />
+Napoleon's son, Don Juan, is strict logic.<br />
+The soul's the same: ever dissatisfied;<br />
+The same unceasing lust of victory.<br />
+Oh splendid blood another has corrupted,<br />
+Who, striving to be Cæsar, was not able;<br />
+Thy energy is not all dead within me.<br />
+A misbegotten Cæsar is Don Juan!<br />
+Yes, 'tis another way of conquering;<br />
+Thus I shall know that fever of the heart<br />
+Which Byron tells us kills whom it devours;<br />
+And 'tis a way of being still my father.<br />
+Napoleon or Don Juan!&mdash;They're decision,<br />
+The magic will, and the seductive grace.<br />
+When to retake a great unfaithful land,<br />
+Calm and alone, sure of himself and her,<br />
+The adventurer landed in the Gulf of Juan,<br />
+He felt Don Juan's thrill; and when Don Juan<br />
+Pricked a new conquest in his list of loves,<br />
+Did he not feel the pride of Bonaparte?<br />
+And, after all, who knows whether 'tis greater<br />
+To conquer worlds, or be a moment loved?<br />
+So be it? 'Tis well the legend closes thus,<br />
+And that <i>this</i> conqueror is the other's son.<br />
+I'm the fair shadow of the dusky hero,<br />
+And, as he conquered nations, one by one,<br />
+So will I conquer women, one by one.<br />
+Moonbeams shall be my sun of Austerlitz!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+Ah, silence! for your irony's too bitter.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Oh, yes; I know. I hear the spectres crying&mdash;<br />
+Blue-coated spectres torn along the whirlwind&mdash;<br />
+"Well? What about the Imperial tale of triumph?<br />
+Our toil? our wounds? our glory?&mdash;What about<br />
+The snow, the blood, the history, the dead<br />
+We left on all the fields of victory?<br />
+What will you do with these?"&mdash;I'll charm the ladies!<br />
+It's fine, among the people in the Prater,<br />
+To ride a horse that cost three thousand florins,<br />
+Which one can christen Jena. Austerlitz<br />
+Is a sure bait to catch a fair coquette.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+You'll never have the heart to use it thus.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Why, yes; why, yes, my friend. And in my scarf&mdash;<br />
+For 'tis a thing looks well upon a lover&mdash;<br />
+I'll wear a dainty eaglet for a pin.<br />
+There's music!&mdash;Now, O Cæsar's son, you're but<br />
+Mozart's Don Juan! Nay, not even Mozart's!<br />
+Strauss's! I'll waltz; for now I must become<br />
+Charming and useless: Austrian fancy-goods!<br />
+My aunt?&mdash;Why&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Oh, not that!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">I want to see&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+[<span class="smcap">Prokesch</span> <i>goes out</i>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+How deep the linden's perfume is to-night.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+Notice my salver. I'm so proud of it.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+You represent?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8em;">The "Chocolate-girl," the famous</span><br />
+Picture in Dresden.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Affectedly.</i>]      Cha'ming. But your chocolate<br />
+Must be a nuisance.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">No.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">Do put it down.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+Well, Franz? A little bit in love with life?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Glad to be nephew of a pretty aunt.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+And I am glad to have so big a nephew.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Too pretty.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">And too big.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">For such a game.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+What game?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">The game of tender intimacy.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+I fear your eyes to-night&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">But I love yours!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+Ah, now I see! As all the court is masked,<br />
+Even friendship wears the domino of love.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Oh friendship&mdash;auntie with a cousin's eyes&mdash;<br />
+Friendship and love are always much too near<br />
+'Twixt aunts and nephews, god-sons and god-mothers&mdash;<br />
+Oh! do but smell the fragrance of the lindens!&mdash;<br />
+'Twixt pretty chocolate-girls and officers,<br />
+And frontier incidents are bound to happen.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+Our friendship's lost its bloom.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">I dearly love</span><br />
+This sentiment one cannot understand,<br />
+Where all's confused and mingled&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">No, let be.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>She moves away.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Oh, if you put on airs of an Archduchess&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+Farewell; you've pained me deeply, Franz.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>She goes.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21.5em;">Ah, bah!</span><br />
+Into our friendship I let fall a drop,<br />
+And friendship turns to troubled love. I'll wait.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He sees</i> <span class="smcap">Theresa</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+Why! What is this? How comes it you are here?<br />
+So you're not hastening toward the skies of Parma?<br />
+And all this grass? What are you?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17.5em;">"Little Brooklet."</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Ah, yes, I know. An exile on his rock,<br />
+My father had a brooklet for his friend<br />
+To drown the gaoler's voice, and that is why<br />
+At Schönbrunn, which is my Saint Helena,<br />
+My soul must not be left deprived of comfort.<br />
+Having the gaoler I've the brooklet too.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+But you will never stoop to look at me.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Because I dreamed of flying from my rock;<br />
+But that's all over.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">How?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">All hope is gone.</span><br />
+I wake from dreams.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">You suffer?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Little Brooklet</span><br />
+Must give her murmuring freshness.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Here it is.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+What if I trouble its waters?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">Trouble them.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Come to the little house among the trees&mdash;<br />
+My hunting lodge&mdash;to-night!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">I am to come&mdash;!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Say neither yes nor no.&mdash;I'll wait&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Alas!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Think how unhappy I shall henceforth be!<br />
+I've lost all hope of playing a great part;<br />
+I can but weep; I need a heart to weep on.<br />
+Away!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Seeing a stout lady dressed as a shepherdess.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">That shepherdess has eaten her flock!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Bear.</span><br />
+<br />
+If you'll but love me&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Chinese Woman.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">You will sell your skin?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Domino.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Passing on</i> <span class="smcap">Gentz's</span> <i>arm</i>.]<br />
+<br />
+The Viscount's here as Doge in grand dalmatic.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+Then is the Baroness the Adriatic.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Who has scribbled a note; to a</i> <span class="smcap">Lackey</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+This for my lackeys. I shall not come in.<br />
+I'm sleeping at the hunting-lodge. Make haste!<br />
+Let me have word they've read and understood.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Lackey.</span><br />
+<br />
+Nought else, my Lord?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">To-morrow the bay mare.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny Elssler.</span><br />
+<br />
+His uniform beneath a&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Turning.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">Violet cloak.</span><br />
+Prokesch! I said your note was from a woman!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Pointing to the</i> <span class="smcap">Attaché</span>, <i>who has followed her.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Let me get rid of this importunate mask.<br />
+And I'll come back.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">I'll wait. 'Tis fate. I yield.</span><br />
+I'll love, with stormy April in my heart.<br />
+I'll love&mdash;like these&mdash;like all!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Bombelles.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Who has come in with</i> <span class="smcap">Maria Louisa</span>. <i>She sits on the stone bench.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Was he in love?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+What! must you still be harping on him?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Bombelles.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Yes.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+My mother and Bombelles&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Bombelles.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Speak!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">I don't know.</span><br />
+He was intimidated in my presence.<br />
+Even on his throne, beneath his golden laurels,<br />
+He felt his inequality of birth;<br />
+And then, to keep a countenance, he'd call me<br />
+His "Good Louisa." Yes! such shocking taste!<br />
+For I love sentiment. I am a woman.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Bombelles.</span><br />
+<br />
+And queen of all!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">A little thing I said</span><br />
+When Saint Aulaire came to my room at Blois<br />
+With news of his disasters, made them furious.<br />
+I was in bed. My naked foot peeped out,<br />
+And, lying on the polished wood, as if<br />
+Thomire had carved it, seemed at once to turn<br />
+The Medicean bed into an Empire bed.<br />
+And seeing the Envoy furtively look down,<br />
+I smiled and said, "You're looking at my foot."<br />
+And so he was. In spite of all misfortunes,<br />
+Indeed the man was looking at my foot.<br />
+Was this coquettish? Well, what of it? Heavens!<br />
+Where was the crime if I remained a woman?<br />
+For, after all, amid the crash of France,<br />
+The beauty of my foot had <i>some</i> importance!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Would I could fly! but I am glued to the spot!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Bombelles.</span><br />
+<br />
+What's the grey pebble in your bracelet?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21em;">That?</span><br />
+Ah, I can never see it without tears.<br />
+That is a fragment&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Bombelles.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Of the Pyramids?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+What nonsense! 'Tis a fragment of the tomb<br />
+Where Juliet sleeps beside her Romeo&mdash;<br />
+I had this souvenir&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Bombelles.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">For pity's sake</span><br />
+Don't mention Neipperg!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">If he irritates you,</span><br />
+Why speak about the first?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Bombelles.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">That's different,</span><br />
+But did you love him?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">Whom?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Bombelles.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">The&mdash;first.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21.5em;">Again?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Bombelles.</span><br />
+<br />
+So great a man! You must&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Oh, as for that,</span><br />
+No man is ever loved because he's great.<br />
+Let's talk of him no more: let's talk of us.<br />
+Will you like Parma?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Bombelles.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Tell me, was he jealous?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+So much so that he drove away Leroy,<br />
+Because the poor man-milliner cried out<br />
+With admiration when he saw my shoulders,<br />
+While trying on a peplum.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Bombelles.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Then Napoleon&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Oh, hush!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Bombelles.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Would not have liked to hear me say</span><br />
+How fair they are? Would not have liked&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21.5em;">Bombelles!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Bombelles.</span><br />
+<br />
+To hear me whisper to your Majesty&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Father, forgive me for the things I hear!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Bombelles.</span><br />
+<br />
+That you are like our own Arlesian maids<br />
+But, ah! how much more beautiful!&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">Oh, Charles!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Bombelles.</span><br />
+<br />
+Would not have liked to see me bend and press&mdash;-<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Breaking in upon them.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Not that! I will not have it! I forbid you!&mdash;<br />
+Thank God, I'm saved!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">Franz!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">For this cry, this movement</span><br />
+Were not my own. Within me still remains<br />
+A reverence for my mother and her freedom!<br />
+'Twas he&mdash;'Twas he by whom my soul's possessed,<br />
+Who sprang upon you with this tragic force!<br />
+Thank God! I'm saved! The Corsican leapt out!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Bombelles.</span><br />
+<br />
+Sir&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Nothing, sir!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Maria Louisa</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">My humble duty, Madam!</span><br />
+Return to Sala, spend your days in peace.<br />
+The castle has two wings, as I am told:<br />
+One is a theatre and one a chapel.<br />
+Thus dwelling in the middle, you shall feel<br />
+Evenly balanced 'twixt the world and God.<br />
+My humble duty!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">Franz!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">Why, truly, Madam,</span><br />
+It's your prerogative to be mere woman.<br />
+Go, be a woman in the Sala palace;<br />
+But tell yourself, Ah! tell yourself&mdash;and this<br />
+Shall be your sad atonement for his glory,<br />
+Widow who cast aside her widow's weeds!&mdash;<br />
+Tell yourself this: Men only gaze upon you<br />
+For the immortal fame he robed you in,<br />
+And only whisper praises of your beauty<br />
+Because of old he conquered all the world!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+I'll hear no more! Bombelles, let us begone!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Return to Sala. I am saved. Thank God!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Farewell!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">O hands, cold hands within the tomb,</span><br />
+Sad hands because the Imperial ring slipped from you,<br />
+Hands that have held her brow who years ago<br />
+Shed bitter tears that I was not her son,<br />
+Hands laid in blessing on my orphaned soul,<br />
+Weeping I kiss you, hands of Josephine!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+The Creole! Do you think at Malmaison&mdash;?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Silence! If it be true, all the more reason!<br />
+All the more reason why I should be faithful!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<span class="smcap">Maria Louisa</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Bombelles</span> <i>go out</i>.]</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Metternich</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Sedlinzky</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Sedlinzky</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+Yes, yes; I humbled that rebellious child!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He sees the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+You here? And in this uniform? What means?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Were we not asked to come here in&mdash;disguise?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+The pride your Excellency broke last night<br />
+Even in its fragments keeps its insolence.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+What are you dreaming of, far from the ball,<br />
+My little Colonel?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Of my Little Corporal!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>On the point of breaking out.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Oh, I&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Mastering himself.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">But I must go to my despatches.</span><br />
+'Tis all to do again!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He and</i> <span class="smcap">Sedlinzky</span> <i>go out.</i>]</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Fanny Elssler</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">Prince!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">No! that woman!</span><br />
+I will not&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Unmasking.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Fly?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Recognising her.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Fanny!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">The plot!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20.5em;">What's that?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+I'm in it. Let me tell you&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Ah!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17.5em;">Look innocent.</span><br />
+Sit down. Pretend you're very much in love.<br />
+You on the rock. I on the Neptune's head.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Speaking to the stone head</i>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+May I sit down, good Neptune?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Stone Head.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">If you like.</span><br />
+Only I warn you, it's all over ants.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+Lord! Neptune's talking!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Understanding and remembering.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">Ah! beneath the ivy!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+The entrance to my cavern through an ant-heap.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+You! Flambeau!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8em;">In the cave of Rob&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Masks.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Ho hi!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+Hush! Masks!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Masks.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Oh, very funny!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>They pass out.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">&mdash;inson Crusoe!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+What! Since last night?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">Oh, yes; I smoke my pipe&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+There in the hole?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">You copied from the beggar</span><br />
+Who first invented bearskins, so they say,<br />
+And had a funny Mameluke called Friday.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+I cannot find the spot.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">It's on the right.</span><br />
+Here, where I blow a cloud out of my pipe.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+The small Vesuvius!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">You must be&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Uncomfortable.</span><br />
+But then&mdash;I said you'd find me at the ball.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+If they should catch us talking to a smoke!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+Ouch!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">What's the matter?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">An attack of ants.</span><br />
+Since yesterday we've had the bloodiest battles.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+But&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">They outnumber me, but I've tobacco,</span><br />
+I blow a blast&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">You bring your heavy guns?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+May I lift up my rock a bit?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Yes.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Seeing</i> <span class="smcap">Masks</span> <i>approaching.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Nuns!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke and Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+Hush!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Now I look as if I took the air</span><br />
+On the tomb's balcony.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">And in the moon</span><br />
+Beside the urn, uplifting thus the stone,<br />
+You're rising to the ghostly night-review.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+I'm very hungry.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Hush!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To some</i> <span class="smcap">Servants</span> <i>who enter bearing dishes.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">What's that you carry?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Servants</span> <i>stop. The</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span> <i>takes a little of</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>everything</i>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+Thank you.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Stopping them.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">One moment.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>She takes what is left. The</i> <span class="smcap">Servants</span> <i>pass out.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Giving</i> <span class="smcap">Flambeau</span> <i>the cakes.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">Take them.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">Enough.</span><br />
+My strength returns.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Fanny</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Explain. We've little time.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Nervously.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Well, then&mdash;the Countess&mdash;she is here&mdash;the Countess&mdash;<br />
+That's how my nerve goes when I have to dance&mdash;<br />
+She wears beneath a russet cloak your uniform,<br />
+With which the Eaglet's turned into a sea-mew.<br />
+She was already like you in the face,<br />
+But since she's dyed her sable tresses fair<br />
+Your glass could not distinguish you from her.<br />
+So, while they play their "Michel and Christine,"<br />
+You'll change your mantle quickly with your cousin&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Put on a mask&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">And disappear like magic!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+My double takes my place&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">And openly</span><br />
+Leaves the assembly&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">Sets me free of spies&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+Goes home to Schönbrunn&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Locks the door with care&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+Forgets to wake&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Till I am miles away.</span><br />
+Only&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">What "only" is there?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">Quite a big one.</span><br />
+Suppose the false Duke's spoken to?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">Impossible.</span><br />
+It's all stage-managed like a ballet. Ladies<br />
+Will flutter round him, keep intruders off,<br />
+And as a ball from racket flies to racket<br />
+Hell pass from hand to hand until he's safe.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Masks.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Running across at the back.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Who is the wolf? Wow! Wow! Who is the bear? There! There!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+You leave the Gardens&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">By the Hietzing gate&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+No.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Where, then?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Listeners. I fan myself.</span><br />
+Glance at your humble servant's pretty fan.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+What for?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">I've drawn a sketch-map of the park.</span><br />
+Observe the road; it's red; it makes a bend;<br />
+Do you see? The little squares of white are statues;<br />
+The little dots of apple-green are trees;<br />
+Thus you elude the evil-minded spies;<br />
+Turn to the left; pass by the pheasantry&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+What are the scratches?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">Where the hill goes up.</span><br />
+Then you go down again; pass by the Triton<br />
+And come out Emperor at this little gate.<br />
+All clearly understood?&mdash;I shut my fan.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Emperor!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">That's right. Get out your robes and crown!</span><br />
+Don't go so fast!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">What's at the gate?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20em;">A cab.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+A cab?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">With spanking horses; have no fear.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Where does it take me?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">To the rendezvous.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Where's that?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">Out of your way, but so the Countess</span><br />
+Would have it:&mdash;Wagram.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">What a Bonaparte!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+Well? Are you pleased?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Dear little Tanagra,</span><br />
+I'll recompense your zeal&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">Ungrateful monster!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+And Prokesch?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">He'll be waiting for you there.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+The only man whose eye we had to fear&mdash;<br />
+Prince Metternich&mdash;has left. All will go well.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+Metternich gone! You never said a word!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Well&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">And you let me catch my death, beneath</span><br />
+This beastly urn&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">Masks coming!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Masks.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Sandor! Zichy!</span><br />
+It's Thalberg!&mdash;Never!&mdash;Thalberg is a Turk!<br />
+It's Cocica!&mdash;Not he!&mdash;He's fled!&mdash;Oh! catch him!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+Gone?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke and Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Gone.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Emerging, dressed as in the previous act.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Then&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke and Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Are you mad?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">We'll shut the trap.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+But if they see you&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Vanish! This is frightful!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+What will they say?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">I'll tell you what they'll say&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Masks.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Seeing</i> <span class="smcap">Flambeau</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+And this one! Oh! a veteran of the Empire!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+Well, there you are, you see! That's what they'll say.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Masks.</span><br />
+<br />
+Capital! Capital!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">I take my ease.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To another.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Come and admire the veteran!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Other.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">First rate!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Third Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+Look at his earrings!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fourth Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">And his bushy eyebrows!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+But how shall I get out without a cloak?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+Here's Gentz's ticket: such a handsome mantle.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+Hail, Veteran!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau</span>.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8em;">The honor's mine.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Usher</span> <i>enters, followed by</i> <span class="smcap">Servants</span> <i>who</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>push on orange-trees, the boxes laid as tables.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Usher.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17.5em;">Make room!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Lackey.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Who took the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke's</span> <i>note.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+They understand, my Lord. The hunting-lodge.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+What's that?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">I had forgotten. I gave orders&mdash;</span><br />
+I was to spend the night there. Warn the Countess.<br />
+Run! Run and say 'tis thither she must go!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<span class="smcap">Fanny</span> <i>goes out quickly.</i>]</span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+<p class="img"><img src="images/image_duc.png"
+style="padding:5%;"
+alt="The Duke de Reichstadt
+Francesco Duc de Reichstadt"
+width="303"
+height="500"
+/></p>
+
+
+<p class="drama">
+<span class="character">A Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Flambeau</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+Well, Sergeant? So you served&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">The gr-reat&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Several Masks.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Laughing.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">The gr-reat!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+They didn't laugh when we were quartered on 'em!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Exclamations.</span><br />
+<br />
+A picture by Raffet!&mdash;Charlet!&mdash;Vernet!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Several Masks.</span><br />
+<br />
+How worn his coat is!&mdash;And how singed!&mdash;And dusty!&mdash;<br />
+Who's your costumier?&mdash;Tell us!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">They are ladies:&mdash;</span><br />
+The ancient firm of War and Victory Sisters.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+That's good.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">It's not the firm you patronize.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">First Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+I'll swear it's Zichy.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Offering his hand.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Count, your hand.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Blowing a puff of smoke in his face.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21.5em;">Get out.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">First Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Going out, to the others.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+He's masked his language as he's masked his face.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Singing.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When we marched to Krasnoï,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Cold and hungry, too, were we!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+He's really excellent. In Russia, old 'un,<br />
+'Twas pretty cold?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Yes; till we gave 'em hell.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Sings.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Jingo, but it keeps you warm</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Merely to see his uniform!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+His uniform wants patching now, though; what?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+So did your breeches when he'd kicked you; what?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Several.</span><br />
+<br />
+Ha! Very funny!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">First Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">Natural.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Second Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Exact.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Third Mask.</span>.<br />
+<br />
+But doubtful taste.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Usher.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">The comedy's begun!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+I'm back again. The Countess understands.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Theresa</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+Will you accept a veteran's arm?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">No.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19.5em;">Why?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+I'm leaving, sir. Apart from that, I'm French,<br />
+And see no humor in a parody<br />
+Of heroes whom by chance you conquered.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20.5em;">You&mdash;</span><br />
+Ah! I adore you!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>She runs away. Just as she is disappearing the</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><span class="smcap">Duke</span> <i>makes a movement toward her.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Ah!&mdash;the tryst.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17.5em;">The tryst&mdash;?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+No&mdash;nothing.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<span class="smcap">Theresa</span> <i>passes on.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">She must keep it. She must show</span><br />
+Whether she would have been sublimely weak,<br />
+And given herself unthinking&mdash;without hope&mdash;<br />
+Only because she saw me sad to-night.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Flambeau</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+Watch where they've got to in the comedy.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<span class="smcap">Flambeau</span> <i>goes to the entrance of the theatre.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+The time has come.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">All eyes are running over</span><br />
+With grief for Stanislas, the mournful Pole.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+Here is the Countess, Duke.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">My very image!</span><br />
+I'm coming toward myself as in a glass.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Countess Camerata</span> <i>enters, dressed exactly</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>like the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>, <i>with the exception of her</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>cloak, which is brown.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+Well met, Napoleon!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">And Napoleone!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+I'm very calm&mdash;and you?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">I see the risks</span><br />
+You'll run for my sake.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">Not for your sake.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 22.5em;">Ah?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+No! For the name, the glory, and our blood!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+You bravely clash your arms, fair Amazon!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+The deed were nothing, were it done for love.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Speaking of love, if, when you've taken my place<br />
+In yonder hunting-lodge, by any chance<br />
+A woman came&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Ah! I felt sure of it!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Tell her about my flight&mdash;and swear to me&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>At the entrance to the theatre, describing the play.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+The soldier holds his tongue!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">Good.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Doesn't murmur.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Swear you will tell me later if she comes.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+Thinking of hearts, when Empire is at hand!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+It is because I mount a throne to-morrow<br />
+I lay such value on a heart to-night.<br />
+O God! to feel respect in every kiss,<br />
+Snares in avowals, in embraces dread,<br />
+And in fair eyes, more dazzled than in love,<br />
+See laurel-wreaths about me as on coins!<br />
+I was to pluck my last real love to-night!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>As before.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+He's telling them about his pocket-book.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+I would she kept this white and spotless tryst,<br />
+She who has not yet studied to dissemble;<br />
+'Twere well she came, for nevermore, perchance,<br />
+Whatever later trysts I yet may keep,<br />
+Shall I be waiting with such eager love,<br />
+As at the tryst to-night I may not keep.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+I find your Highness very deeply stirred.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Less than I shall be if you say "She came."<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>As before.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+We must make haste, for with his eyes turned up,<br />
+He's singing something to his colonel.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20em;">Change!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+Wait for the signal. Have no fear; I'm watching.<br />
+Attention! By the magic of my wand!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+Think well! Perhaps you turn him into Cæsar!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+That's why my wand is fashioned of a ramrod.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Noise of people leaving the theatre.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+They're coming! Now!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span> <i>and the</i> <span class="smcap">Countess</span> <i>exchange cloaks.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Masks and Dominos.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Entering.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">They've dressed the orange-trees!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">All.</span><br />
+<br />
+Oh!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>, <i>pointing to the</i> <span class="smcap">Countess</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">There's our swarm of women buzzing round him.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Ladies.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Around the false</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+Prince!&mdash;Duke&mdash;! My Lord&mdash;! Your Highness&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">No one else</span><br />
+Has any chance to-night!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Cries.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>From the tables.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">Sandor! Zichy! Mina!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Domino Called Mina.</span><br />
+<br />
+How did you know me?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">By your opal necklace.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Another Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+We'll gather oranges for our dessert.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Lady.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To the false</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+Duke&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Masks.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Danube sterlets! Caviar from the Volga!</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>All are seated.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Rising, glass in hand.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Ladies and gentlemen&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">All.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Hear! Hear!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">Now comes</span><br />
+The trying moment.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">I have filled this bumper</span><br />
+In honor&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">She is going&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Of our friend,</span><br />
+Who, having organized the feast, has left us<br />
+Amid the music, flowers, delicious ices,<br />
+To toil till dawn dictating his despatches.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+How well she imitates your careless stride!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+To the Prince-chancellor, Counsellor, Chamberlain,<br />
+Ladies and gentlemen, drain brimming glasses!<br />
+Metternich, Austrian Prince, Grandee of Spain,<br />
+Duke of Portella, Lord of Daruvar&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+She's coming forward! Look how calm she is!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+Knight of Saint Ann&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fanny.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">He helps us with his chatter,</span><br />
+And doesn't know it.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Knight o' the Swedish Seraphs,</span><br />
+The Danish Elephant, the Golden Fleece&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+If Nepomuk has one or two more titles&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+Curator of the Fine Arts, Czechish Magnate&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+She's overdoing it: I move more quickly.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+Bailiff of Malta&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Ha! She stops!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Grand Cross</span><br />
+Of Charles the Third, the Falcon, Bear, and Lion&mdash;<br />
+Phew&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">lady</span> <i>seated next to</i> <span class="smcap">Gentz</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">He's fainting! Fan him quickly, someone!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+Fellow of all the Academies on earth&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">All.</span><br />
+<br />
+Hurrah!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">And while they clash their glasses, Prince,</span><br />
+She's starting&mdash;she has started&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To the false</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17.5em;">Franz! Not going?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+All's lost!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Damnation!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To the false</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">Wait!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">The Archduchess</span><br />
+Knew nothing of the plot&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">You grieved me, Franz;</span><br />
+Just now you&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>She recognises the</i> <span class="smcap">Countess.</span>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Ah!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">All's lost.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">But&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Offering her hand to the</i> <span class="smcap">Countess</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20.5em;">Well, good-night.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+Ah, Madam&mdash;How&mdash;?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Why don't you kiss my hand?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Countess</span> <i>goes out.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+The Duke already gone?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Another.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">He's whimsical.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Meaningly, to the</i> <span class="smcap">Archduchess</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+Your hand&mdash;as to the Duke?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Yes, gentle mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+And now&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Several.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Again?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">One word&mdash;-</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Voices.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">Oh, go ahead!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+I wanted to complete my little toast,<br />
+But while the Duke was here I couldn't name<br />
+The proudest title Metternich can boast of;<br />
+But now we're rid of him, I have the honor:&mdash;<br />
+Ladies and gentlemen, here's the destroyer<br />
+Of Bonaparte!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">All.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">Hurrah!&mdash;To the Destroyer!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Flambeau</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+What are you doing?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Who is pouring his wine into his gun-barrel</i>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">Lest it might go off!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+This Bonaparte&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Second Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Wasn't marble.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Third Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Stucco.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+What!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Have a care! An Empire is at stake!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+Much overpraised&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Take care!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">A middling soldier,</span><br />
+But then he rode a camel while in Egypt;<br />
+What more do you want?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Gentz imitates him.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 22.5em;">Lord!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Another Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+Do it!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Remember, you're not here at all!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Arranging his hair, and striking the conventional attitude.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Curl&mdash;eye&mdash;hand&mdash;There!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">Old fool!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">He mocks him, yet</span><br />
+Even the mockery's great, for it evokes him.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+You know he used to tumble off his horse?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+That's what the Ultras always said about him.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+His talk was poor.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Go on!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Oh, that's the rule.</span><br />
+What could these worms and insects talk about<br />
+If they had not the eagle to abuse?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+His name was not Napoleon at all.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+What!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">That was manufactured. It's so simple!</span><br />
+You want to make a sounding name&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">You idiot!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+Which shall creep into history by and by:<br />
+Take three bright, simple vowels: Na&mdash;po&mdash;le&mdash;<br />
+And add a nasal sound: On&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">Wonderful!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+Yes: Na&mdash;po&mdash;le, the lightning; On, the thunder.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+That's all!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">What was his name?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">What? Don't you know?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+Why, no.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">His name was Nicholas.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Bursting out.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">Be damned!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Several Masks.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Laughing.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Bravo the Veteran!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Flambeau</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Nicholas!&mdash;Have a quail.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Taking the dish.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+But Nicholas was good at winning battles.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+And what a funny court he scraped together!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Second Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+If you talked titles, pedigrees, precedence,<br />
+There wasn't a soul who had a word to say.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+Wasn't Cambronne at Court to say the word?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+But&mdash;in war&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">Oh&mdash;!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Second Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">What did he do?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Another Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19.5em;">Why, wrote reports.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Mask.</span><br />
+<br />
+And always stood about on distant hills.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+By God&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Hush!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">Once a ball was good enough</span><br />
+To wound him in the foot at Ratisbon:<br />
+Enough to make a subject for a picture.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+Be calm&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Be calm&mdash;!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">Just take away this knife.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+In short&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">He'd best be careful what he says.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+You must put up with it!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">Not for an Empire!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+In short this hero was&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">Take care! Take care!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+He was a coward.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Oh!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The French Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">No! That's a lie!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">All.</span><br />
+<br />
+Eh? What?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">What's that?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">All.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">Who spoke?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">I love a quarrel!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+Aha! Thank God, there was a man among them!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+Who dared&mdash;?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">I dared, sir!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">He's the Attaché</span><br />
+Of the French Embassy.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;"><i>You</i> challenge <i>me!</i></span><br />
+You represent the King, sir!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Gentz.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Quite amusing!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+The King is not in question, but my country.<br />
+You are insulting France, when you insult<br />
+The man she loved through many glorious years.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+Buonaparte&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Please say Bonaparte.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+Well, Bonaparte&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché</span>.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">The Emperor!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">Your card?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Who has disappeared for a moment, and has come back cloaked.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Come! I've got Gentz's cloak. It's lined with fur.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<span class="smcap">Tiburtius</span> <i>and the</i> <span class="smcap">Attaché</span> <i>have exchanged</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>cards</i>. <span class="smcap">Tiburtius</span> <i>steps forward and nervously</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>lights a cigar.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To a</i> <span class="smcap">Lackey</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+A light.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Lackey.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">You hate the Corsican?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">What's that?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Lackey.</span><br />
+<br />
+Your sister loves his son. Would you surprise them?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+When?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Lackey.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Now.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Where?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Lackey.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">Where I know&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Tiburtius.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">Wait for me here.</span><br />
+Austria shall be relieved.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Placing his hand on the</i> <span class="smcap">Attaché's</span> <i>shoulder.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">I thank you, sir.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Turning.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+What for, sir?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Hush.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">The Duke!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">A plot.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21.5em;">Amazement!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+I've nothing but my secret. Now it's yours.<br />
+We meet to-night at Wagram. <i>Be</i> there.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">I!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Are you not one of us?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">I am the King's.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+But you're to fight a duel for my Father.<br />
+And so we're somewhat brothers. Fare-you-well.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+You hope to win me?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">I am sure to win you.</span><br />
+Did not my Sire win Philippe de Ségur?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+To-morrow I return to France. I warn you&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+You are a future Marshal of the Empire.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+I warn you, if my regiment meets yours<br />
+I shall not hesitate to fire.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">Of course not.</span><br />
+Shake hands before we cut each other's throats.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+If you have any messages for Paris,<br />
+I get there on the fourth; I should be happy&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+I hope to be there, sir, ahead of you.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+Yet, if I reach the&mdash;kingdom&mdash;ere you come?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Salute for me the Column of Vendôme!<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Curtain.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="img"><img src="images/image20.png"
+alt="eagle"
+width="291"
+height="284"
+/></p>
+
+<p class="img"><img src="images/image21.png"
+style="padding-top:15%;"
+alt="four Ns and four crowns"
+width="434"
+height="151"
+/></p>
+
+
+
+<h3 class="top5"><a name="THE_FIFTH_ACT" id="THE_FIFTH_ACT"></a>THE FIFTH ACT</h3>
+
+<p><i>The battle-field of Wagram. Night. A small hill running
+off toward the left. A sign-post stands on the hill.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span> <i>is standing on the summit of the hill gazing
+across the battle-field</i>. <span class="smcap">Prokesch</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Flambeau</span>
+<i>are talking together in undertones near the front.</i></p>
+
+
+<p class="drama">
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+WAGRAM!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Dreaming.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+"My son shall reign&mdash;a mighty sovereign&mdash;"<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+Capital bit of country for the harvest.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+"His task to foster whatsoe'er is good."<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+What solemn prayer is he reciting?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Hush!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+"Complete my work, and not avenge my death&mdash;<br />
+All patriots&mdash;"<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Prokesch</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">The horses?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">No, not yet.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+"He would but ape me, if he made great wars&mdash;"<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+He is rehearsing all his Father's counsels.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+Hush!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">"He shall scorn all parties&mdash;"</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Prokesch</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19.5em;">Well? The horses.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+Too soon, my Lord.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Like an impatient lover</span><br />
+I've come too early to my tryst with France.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He takes a few strides and finds himself in front</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>of a sign-post.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+Their sign-post! Is it true that I shall move<br />
+Unhindered by their hideous black and yellow?<br />
+How good to read upon the gleaming white<br />
+"Road to Saint Cloud" instead of "Grosshofen."<br />
+Grosshofen? Now I think of it, I ordered<br />
+My regiment to Grosshofen at dawn.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+What!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Yes; I gave the order yesterday,</span><br />
+Before I knew.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8em;">We shall be far away.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>An old man comes out of the cottage.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Who's that?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">He's ours. His hut our meeting-place.</span><br />
+Old soldier. Shows the battle-field to strangers.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Old Man.</span><br />
+<br />
+There&mdash;on the left&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">No, thanks. I know it.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Why</span><br />
+Does he serve us?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Old Man.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">I was dying yonder;</span><br />
+The great Napoleon passed&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">He always rode</span><br />
+Over a battle-field.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Old Man.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">The Emperor stopped</span><br />
+And had me cared for by his leach&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">Ivan.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Old Man.</span><br />
+<br />
+So, if his son is weary of Vienna,<br />
+I'll help him go.&mdash;My arm&mdash;before his eyes!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+It isn't everybody has the honor<br />
+Of having limbs off in Napoleon's presence.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Old Man.</span><br />
+<br />
+'Twas war-time; so we fought.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">We died.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Old Man.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20.5em;"><i>We</i> died.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+We marched.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Old Man.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;"><i>We</i> marched.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">We fired into the haze.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Old Man.</span><br />
+<br />
+<i>We</i> fired.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Some grimy officer rode up.</span><br />
+And roared, "We've conquered!"<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Old Man.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">So he roared to us.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+What?&mdash;So he did.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Pointing to the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Suppose he heard!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19em;">I hear.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Old Man.</span><br />
+<br />
+Bah! My geraniums flourish.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">Shouldn't wonder.</span><br />
+For on this spot eleven drummer-boys&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Eleven drummer-boys&mdash;?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">I see them now!</span><br />
+Eleven bullet-heads, as like as peas,<br />
+Between the flapping of their foolish ears,<br />
+Who marched, they knew not whence, nor why, nor whither,<br />
+But gayly marched and rolled their rataplan!<br />
+We used to chaff them, for their funny ways<br />
+Made them the darlings of the sutler's wife.<br />
+But when they beat the charge like little rabbits&mdash;<br />
+Eleven drums with two-and-twenty sticks&mdash;<br />
+They set our bayonets thrilling with their thunder;<br />
+The quivering zigzags seemed to cry aloud,<br />
+"Our lightning's not in vain!"&mdash;Well, on this spot,<br />
+A brazen devil hiccoughed fire and steel<br />
+And took them in the flank; yes! all the eleven!<br />
+But, by the Lord! you should have seen the woman!<br />
+She gathered up her apron like a gleaner,<br />
+And madly gleaned the little ebony drumsticks.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He clears his throat.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+Only to speak of it gives me a cold&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He picks a red geranium.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+Here's how to make a mere geranium<br />
+A ribbon of the Legion: keep one petal.<br />
+What? You look well upon my velvet lining?<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+Is this what you bestowed upon me, Sire?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+I gave a phantom&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">And I wear a flower!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Seeing the conspirators enter.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Those shadows&mdash;?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Friends.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Turning.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Marmont?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Good luck, my Lord!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Why do the others stand so far away?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+Because they fear they may disturb your Highness,<br />
+And, Sire, you are already Emperor!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+The word strikes strangely on my wondering ear&mdash;<br />
+The Emperor! What Emperor is here?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">This youth of twenty on the throne?</span><br />
+As through a casement now myself I see<br />
+Pass down the shouting street; 'tis good to be<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Young, and the first Napoleon's son!</span><br />
+All Notre Dame invades my dreaming soul,<br />
+I see the incense, hear the organ roll,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A nation offers up a prayer!</span><br />
+God! what great causes may be served by kings!<br />
+How they can love! Achieve what righteous things!<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Prokesch, the Future shows too fair!</span><br />
+O France, who with thy blood didst write our name,<br />
+With happy days I will repay the fame;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I come, triumphant in my pride.</span><br />
+Sun on my flags; the air with shouts is rent.<br />
+The Champs Elysées, with their chestnut scent,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Waft me fair welcome as I ride.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+The women stand on chairs to see your face,<br />
+Each the fair symbol of Parisian grace,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The guns in wreaths of flowers are dressed;</span><br />
+Fierce Paris madly hails your sovereignship.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+It were like kissing France upon the lip<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If Paris took me to her breast.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+And you will hear the sufferer's complaint;<br />
+Do you not feel your hand already faint<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Signing so many an amnesty?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+The lies they've told me make the truth more dear,<br />
+Oh, Freedom, Freedom, thou hast nought to fear<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From one so late from bonds set free!</span><br />
+What can I do to foster noble aims?<br />
+Treviso, Montebello, these are names<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their sons inherit without fear,</span><br />
+But other names are glorious, and since<br />
+My Father would have made Corneille a Prince<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'll make our Victor Hugo Peer!</span><br />
+I'll do&mdash;I'll do&mdash;I'll be the poor man's shield!<br />
+The heroic savour, rising from this field,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gives me a foretaste of my home;</span><br />
+Wagram! 'Twas well I hither came to drain<br />
+The stirrup-cup upon thy glorious plain!<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh, my beloved France!&mdash;I come&mdash;!</span><br />
+Ah&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">What is it?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Nothing.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">You are suffering!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Yes, to the marrow, but a gallop cures me.<br />
+Stars twinkle in the skies like golden rowels.<br />
+Here are the steeds, and we're to ride to France!<br />
+Embrace me, friend!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">Emotion strangles me.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Brother!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">My Lord!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Ah, hush!&mdash;The saddle-girth!&mdash;</span><br />
+Oh, it's delicious to escape on horseback<br />
+Through such a night, in dancing-pumps!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Marmont</span>, <i>pointing to the Conspirators.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20.5em;">Those youths&mdash;</span><br />
+Why have they come?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">Why, that the world may know</span><br />
+They also were conspirators!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">A whip!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Conspirator.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Introducing himself to the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+The Viscount of Otranto&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Fouché's son!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+No matter now.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Arranging the horse.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8em;">The stirrup long?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17.5em;">No; short.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Second Conspirator.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Bending low to the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+Goubeaux, the Countess Camerata's agent.<br />
+Your humble servant Goubeaux&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">Very well.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Goubeaux.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Bowing once more.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+The Countess's chief agent.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Third Conspirator.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Advancing eagerly.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">Pionnet&mdash;</span><br />
+I'm Pionnet. I represent King Joseph;<br />
+On his behalf I brought the subsidies.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Flambeau</span>, <i>busy with the horse.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Only the snaffle&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fourth Conspirator.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">I arranged the guides</span><br />
+And relays, and at yonder village, Sire,<br />
+Disguises&mdash;Morchain.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">All right, Whatsyourname.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fourth Conspirator.</span><br />
+<br />
+Morchain!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Fifth Conspirator.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">I got the passports. Thankless task!</span><br />
+See how the seals are forged! Guibert.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">All.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Each mentioning his name.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20em;">Goubeaux&mdash;</span><br />
+Morchain&mdash;Otranto&mdash;Pionnet&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">We know.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">One of the Conspirators.</span><br />
+<br />
+Your Father had a memory for names.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sixth Conspirator.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Hurrying up.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Borowski, Sire! It was my glorious task<br />
+To hire the uniform the Countess wears!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Enough! Enough! I shall remember all,<br />
+And best of all the one who has not spoken!<br />
+Your name?<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>The man spoken to turns, and the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span> <i>recognises</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>the</i> <span class="smcap">Attaché</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">What! <i>You</i> here!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">Not as partisan.</span><br />
+Only as friend. Indeed no slight occasion<br />
+Was needed&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Mount!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">The dawn is in the east,</span><br />
+I seize the reins, and&mdash;<i>Alea jacta est!</i><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+My Lord, if I have sought this rendezvous,<br />
+'Twas to defend you&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">To defend me, sir?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+I feared you were in danger&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">Danger?&mdash;What?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+The rogue Tiburtius, whom I hope to pink,<br />
+Sneaked from the ball and never sent his seconds,<br />
+So I ran after him, and saw him meet<br />
+Another rogue, and heard the two conspire<br />
+To kill you at some rendezvous.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">The Countess!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+The rendezvous was here, as you had told me.<br />
+I came. All's well. I go.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">The rendezvous</span><br />
+Was in the hunting-lodge. They'll kill the Countess!<br />
+We must go back!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">All.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">No! No!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Conspirator.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Oh, why?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">The Countess&mdash;?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+She can unmask.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">Alas, you little know her.</span><br />
+She'd die ten times to let me win ten minutes.<br />
+Come back!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Voices.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">No!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">But I cannot&mdash;Ah, come back!&mdash;</span><br />
+I cannot let them kill her in my absence!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Otranto.</span><br />
+<br />
+Our efforts wasted!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">If we re-conspire</span><br />
+They will not let you fly.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Another Conspirator.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">And France?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Another.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20.5em;">The Empire?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Back!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Forward!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">Back!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">You cast away the crown!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+To leave her were to cast my soul away!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+One sometimes has to sacrifice&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">A woman?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+Risk&mdash;for a woman&mdash;all the chance of triumph&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+He's a French Prince! That's certain, anyhow!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Otranto.</span><br />
+<br />
+We must abduct him!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">Back!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Otranto.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">My coach is here.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+I'll run you through the body if you touch him!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Back! or with whip uplifted I will charge<br />
+After the fashion of Murat, my uncle!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+Stand back!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Help, Prokesch!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Voices.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">We shall have to force him.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Attaché</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+And you, who say you came in my defence,<br />
+It is by robbing me of faith and scruple,<br />
+They would assassinate me truly! Now, defend me!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+No, Sire! begone!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">What, <i>you!</i> this base advice?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+Go, Sire, I will defend the woman.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">You?</span><br />
+You cannot.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Not as partisan; as friend.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+It would ensure my flight.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Begone, my Lord.</span><br />
+Whate'er I do is for the Countess.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Yes,</span><br />
+But I&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">I'll lead him.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">Prokesch knows the way.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Still hesitating.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+I cannot&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Voices.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Yes!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">The better way!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Voices.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17.5em;">Begone.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess Camerata.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Entering, still in her disguise.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Unhappy boy! Not gone!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">You!&mdash;but they told me&mdash;</span><br />
+How could I go?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">On horseback.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">But your life&mdash;!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+A woman's life! What loss would that have been?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+But&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">You should have abandoned me.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19em;">But think!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+Think of the time you've lost!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">Your risks&mdash;?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23.5em;">What risks?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+And all our fears on your behalf&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">What fears?</span><br />
+Was not your Flambeau, there, my fencing-master?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+The man&mdash;?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Begone!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">What did you do?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19.5em;">Oh, nothing.</span><br />
+Of course he drew his sword, and I drew mine.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+You fought for me!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">"I did not know," he muttered,</span><br />
+"The Corsican's son had so much skill, I think<br />
+He knew it not himself"&mdash;But then my voice&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Oh! You are wounded!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Scratched across the fingers.</span><br />
+My voice betrayed me. Back he sprang! "A woman!"<br />
+"Defend yourself!" said I, "I should be laughed at,<br />
+For you are not the Chevalier d'Eon!"<br />
+"Defend yourself, I'm a Napoleon!"<br />
+Feeling my blade slip snake-like over his,<br />
+He lunges, and I make&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">Our secret stroke!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+One! Two!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">That must have been a rough surprise!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+'Twas a surprise from which he'll not recover.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Heavens! And the girl&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">What does she matter now?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+But, did she come?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Well&mdash;No, then! When the door</span><br />
+Was broken open by a furious fist,<br />
+I was alone. She had not come.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">That's well.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+But servants came; and if I were arrested<br />
+All would be known too soon. I lost my head.<br />
+I stumbled out. I heard I know not whom<br />
+Sending to fetch the Prefect of Police;<br />
+And so I fled upon your saddle-horse.<br />
+I've killed it&mdash;I'm exhausted&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">Look! She swoons!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+After what I had done I hoped at least<br />
+To hear from witnesses that you were gone!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Conspirator.</span><br />
+<br />
+You were pursued&mdash;And in a moment&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Take care of her. Conceal her in the hut.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Conspirator.</span><br />
+<br />
+Yes.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Go!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">But are you better?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">Not yet gone?</span><br />
+For God's sake, go! Ah! could your Father see you<br />
+Waiting, enfeebled, tender, hesitating,<br />
+With what contempt he'd shrug his epaulettes!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Good-bye!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">We're caught! Too late!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Entering with police officers; he advances to the</i><br />
+<span class="character">Countess</span>, <i>whom he mistakes for the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Too late, my Lord.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Furiously, to the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+Ah, Temporizer! Dreamer! Cold Idealist!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Who has turned to the person addressed by the</i> <span class="smcap">Countess</span><br />
+<i>and recognized the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>, <i>starts, and, addressing<br />
+him.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Your Highness&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He turns to the</i> <span class="smcap">Countess</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">Your High&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Your High&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21.5em;">He's puzzled!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+So that's it!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">You've been drinking. You see double.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+Count Prokesch, I must ask you to retire.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<span class="smcap">Prokesch</span> <i>exit.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+We shan't be crowned just yet by Uncle Fesch!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Indicating the</i> <span class="smcap">Attaché</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+Lead off this gentleman. You, sir, in this?<br />
+Your Government shall hear of it.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17.5em;">I swear</span><br />
+He was not of the plot!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Attaché.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">Forgive me, Sire,</span><br />
+Since they're arresting us I take my share.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Attaché</span>, <i>as he is led off.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Good-bye, then.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Sedlinzky</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">Now, policeman, show your zeal.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To his men, pointing to the</i> <span class="smcap">Countess</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+Take the false Prince wherever&mdash;she&mdash;belongs.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Haughtily.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+With all the honors due to me!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">That voice!</span><br />
+Ah, hapless child! You would have made a leader!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>She is led off.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+As for the rest, we'll shut our eyes: <i>Verb. sap.</i><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Conspirator.</span><br />
+<br />
+I think&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Marmont.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">To serve the cause&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Another Conspirator.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">We'd better go.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Another.</span><br />
+<br />
+Reserve our strength&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Another.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">For later&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Another.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">Bide our time.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>All disappear.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Sedlinzky</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+Open your eyes again. Here's one more left.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Oh, fly for my sake!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Yours?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To a policeman.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">'Tis he!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Policeman.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20em;">Perhaps.</span><br />
+Wanted in Paris.<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">How can we make sure!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Policeman</span> <i>hands him a paper, which he</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>reads.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+"Nose ordinary, eyes ordinary,<br />
+Mouth ordinary&mdash;" Extraordinary!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Watching</i> <span class="smcap">Flambeau</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+Two bullets in his&mdash;back.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">A lie!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17.5em;">Of course.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+I'm lost. All right; I'll have my little joke,<br />
+And deck myself in flowers ere dropping out.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+You answer to the name of Seraph Flambeau.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+No, sir! That name's not good enough to die with.<br />
+I'll be drum-major in the Dance of Death;<br />
+Not merely Seraph, nor Flambeau, the torch.<br />
+I broaden! I'm Archangel Chandelier!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Will you deliver him to France?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">Yes.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19.5em;">Like a thief?</span><br />
+You have no right, sir&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">But we'll take it.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23.5em;">Heavens!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+'Twas getting past a joke that I should never<br />
+Be present when they wanted to behead me.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+Also his decoration is illegal.<br />
+Take off that ribbon!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Take it. But it grows</span><br />
+As often as I choose on my old hide.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Unseen by the others he stabs himself.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+Take off his cloak!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>When the cloak is removed, the spot of blood</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>shows like the ribbon of the Legion of Honor</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>on</i> <span class="smcap">Flambeau's</span> <i>shirt.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">What's that?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17.5em;">Looks rather well!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+Come! Make an end!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">My Lord, this leaves me not</span><br />
+Till death!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">What! He has pinned another on!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+You cannot make an end! I've pinned another;<br />
+And when that's gone, another, and another!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+What will they do?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">What did they do to Ney?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Impossible&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">A little firing-party&mdash;</span><br />
+Rrrrrr!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Ah!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">I always laughed at bullets;</span><br />
+But French ones? Never! None of that, Lisette!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+You will not give him up?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Without delay!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+Seraph, your wings are clipped; good-night, my friend!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+March!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Look! He staggers! Flambeau!&mdash;Look!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Policeman.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 22.5em;">He's falling!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>On his knees; knocking off the policeman's hat</i>.]<br />
+<br />
+The Duke is speaking! Take that stovepipe off!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Flambeau, you've killed yourself!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17.5em;">No! I've pinned on</span><br />
+An everlasting ribbon of the Legion!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+I'll not allow one of your men to touch him:<br />
+What! the clean soldier touched by soiled policemen!<br />
+Leave us alone together. Go!&mdash;Begone!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+My Lord&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To a policeman, pointing to the old man of the hut.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Lead off that peasant.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>The old man is led off.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">I'll await</span><br />
+My regiment. 'Tis summoned here at dawn.<br />
+The standards shall salute him, and the drums,<br />
+And my own soldiers shall uplift his body.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To a policeman.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Where are the horses?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Policeman.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Aside to him.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">Gone.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">Then let him be.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+Highness, we cede.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Begone!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">I understand&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+I turn you out.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Sedlinzky.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">My Lord!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">I turn you out!</span><br />
+For on the field of Wagram I'm at home!<br />
+<br />
+[<span class="smcap">Sedlinzky</span> <i>and the policeman go.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+It's funny, all the same, that on this field<br />
+Where I was wounded for the Father, now<br />
+I perish for the son.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">No! not for me!</span><br />
+It is for him: I am not worth your death.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+For him?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">For him! This is the field of Wagram.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+Ah, yes!&mdash;I die&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Do you not recognize</span><br />
+Wagram, the field, the hill, the pointed steeple?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+Yes!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Do you see the Austrian cannon yonder</span><br />
+All painted yellow, belching fire and smoke?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+The battle&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">Do you hear the noise of it?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+I die at Wagram! Ah! I die at Wagram!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Do you not see the wounded horse rush by,<br />
+Dragging his slaughtered rider by the stirrups?<br />
+We are at Wagram! 'Tis a solemn moment.<br />
+Davoust has come to turn Neusiedel's flank;<br />
+The Emperor has raised his little spy-glass;<br />
+You have been wounded by a bayonet,<br />
+And I have brought you to this little hill.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+But the light cavalry? Haven't they charged?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Yonder the blue, striped with white shoulder-belts:<br />
+Those are the Infantry.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">With General Reille!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+The Emperor should send Oudinot to help!<br />
+He lets his left be crushed!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Ah! that's his cunning!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+They fight! They fight! Macdonald hastens up,<br />
+And wounded Massena drives slowly by.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+If the Archduke deploys his right he's lost.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+All's well!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">They fight?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">The Prince of Auersburg</span><br />
+Is taken by the Polish Lancers of the Guard.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+The Emperor? What's the Emperor doing?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20em;">Watching.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+Is the Archduke caught in the little 'un's trap?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+The distant dust-cloud yonder is Nansouty.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+Has the Archduke not yet deployed his right?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+The smoke is Lauriston&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;">But the Archduke?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Now he deploys his right.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">His goose is cooked.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Here come the guns!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">I thirst!&mdash;I stifle&mdash;Drink!</span><br />
+What&mdash;is&mdash;the&mdash;Emperor doing?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">With a smile</span><br />
+He shuts his little spy-glass.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Closing his eyes.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">Victory!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Flambeau!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He looks at him, and moves away a little.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">This dying soldier frightens me.</span><br />
+Yet 'tis not strange a dying grenadier<br />
+Should fall asleep upon this field of glory.<br />
+The field is well acquainted with his likes.<br />
+<br />
+[<i>He bends over him and cries.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Yes! Victory! The soldiers toss their shakos!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Flambeau.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>In his death-rattle.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+I thirst&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Distant Voices.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">I thirst!&mdash;I thirst!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Shuddering.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17.5em;">What are those echoes?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Voice.</span><br />
+<br />
+I thirst&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">O God!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Same Voices.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Very distant.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">I die&mdash;I die!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>With horror.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">His voice</span><br />
+Reverberates beneath the lurid sky.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Voices.</span><br />
+<br />
+I die&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">I understand! His cries of death</span><br />
+Are, for this vale which knows them all by heart,<br />
+As the first measures of a well-known song.<br />
+The plain takes up the moaning death has hushed.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Plain.</span><br />
+<br />
+Ah&mdash;! Ah&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">I understand! complaints and sobs!&mdash;</span><br />
+'Tis Wagram's field, remembering aloud!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Plain.</span><br />
+<br />
+Ah&mdash;! Ah&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Looking at</i> <span class="smcap">Flambeau</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">How still he lies!&mdash;I must begone!</span><br />
+For 'tis as if he'd fallen in the battle!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>And bending over him he murmurs.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+Thus and no otherwise they must have looked!<br />
+The uniform&mdash;the blood&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He is about to go, but suddenly, with horror.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Another! There!</span><br />
+There&mdash;! Everywhere&mdash;! The same accusing shapes!<br />
+They're dying thus as far as eye can reach!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Plain.</span><br />
+<br />
+Alas&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">I hear them speaking in the gloom!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Voices.</span><br />
+<br />
+My brow bleeds&mdash;! My leg is dead&mdash;! My arm hangs loose!&mdash;<br />
+I'm crushed beneath this gun!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">The battle-field!</span><br />
+I've willed it: it has risen.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Voices.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">Water!&mdash;Water</span><br />
+Upon my gash! Ah! tell me what I've broken!<br />
+Ah! do not let me perish in this ditch!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Forests of arms are quivering in the plain;<br />
+I tread upon a field of epaulettes.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Voice.</span><br />
+<br />
+Help!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">And I slip on leather shoulder-belts!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Voice.</span><br />
+<br />
+Dragoon, reach me your hands!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Another.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">They're shot away!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Ah! whither turn?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Voices.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">The ravens!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">Horrible!</span><br />
+The wooden soldiers ranged upon my table!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Voices.</span><br />
+<br />
+Horses have trampled on me! Drink!&mdash;The ravens!<br />
+I'm dying!&mdash;How I suffer!&mdash;God forgive me!<br />
+The ravens!&mdash;Help!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Alas! Where are the Eagles?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Voices.</span><br />
+<br />
+Water!&mdash;This brook runs blood!&mdash;Yet let me drink!<br />
+I thirst!&mdash;I die!&mdash;God's curse!&mdash;I'm hurt!&mdash;Mother!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Ah!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Voice.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">For God's sake! put a bullet through my head!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Ah! Now I understand my wakeful nights&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Voice.</span><br />
+<br />
+Curse the Light Cavalry! They're base assassins!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+The racking cough that wakes me in a sweat!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Voice.</span><br />
+<br />
+I cannot drag my leg! Oh, wrench it off!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+The blood I spit! I know whose blood it is!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Plain.</span><br />
+<br />
+Ah!&mdash;Ah&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">And all the arms! And all the arms I see!</span><br />
+The handless wrists! The hands with shattered fingers!<br />
+The monstrous harvest which a mighty wind<br />
+Bends me-ward with a curse! Oh! Mercy! Mercy!<br />
+Old Cuirassier, groaning with outstretched hands&mdash;<br />
+Horrible agonized hands with bloody wrists!&mdash;<br />
+Mercy! Poor little Private of the Guards,<br />
+Who slowly raise your livid face to mine!<br />
+Look not upon me with those glazing eyes!<br />
+Why do you creep upon me through the gloom?<br />
+God! 'Tis as though you strove to utter cries!<br />
+Why do you all suck in a mighty breath?<br />
+Why do you open horror-sated lips?<br />
+What will you cry?&mdash;What?&mdash;What?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">All the Voices.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Long live the Emperor!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Ah! Pardon, for the glory's sake!&mdash;I thank you.<br />
+I understand. I am the expiation.<br />
+All was not paid, and I complete the price.<br />
+'Twas fated I should seek his battle-field,<br />
+And here, above the multitudinous dead,<br />
+Be the white victim, growing daily whiter,<br />
+Renouncing, praying, asking but to suffer,<br />
+Yearning toward heaven, like sacrificial incense!<br />
+And while betwixt the heavens and this field<br />
+I am outstretched with all my soul and body,<br />
+Father, I feel the shuddering furrows rise,<br />
+I feel the hill upheaved beneath my feet<br />
+To lift me gently to the stooping heavens!<br />
+'Tis meet and right the battle-field should offer<br />
+This sacrifice, that henceforth it may bear<br />
+Pure and unstained its name of Victory.<br />
+Wagram, behold me! Ransom of old days,<br />
+Son, offered for, alas! how many sons!<br />
+Above the dreadful haze wherein thou stirrest,<br />
+Uplift me, Wagram, in thy scarlet hands!<br />
+It must be so! I know it! Feel it! Will it!<br />
+The breath of death has rustled through my hair!<br />
+The shudder of death has passed athwart my soul!<br />
+I am all white: a sacramental Host!<br />
+What more reproaches can they hurl, O Father,<br />
+Against our hapless fate?&mdash;Oh, hush! I add<br />
+In silence Schönbrunn to Saint Helena!&mdash;<br />
+'Tis done!&mdash;But if the Eaglet is resigned<br />
+To perish like the innocent, yielding swan,<br />
+Nailed in the gloom above some lofty gate,<br />
+He must become the high and holy signal<br />
+That scares the ravens and calls back the eagles.<br />
+There must be no more meanings in the field,<br />
+Nor dreadful writhings in the underwood.<br />
+Bear on thy wings, O whirlwind of the plain,<br />
+The shouts of conquerors and songs of triumph!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>A proud and joyous clamor arises in the distance.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+I've changed the meanings into trumpet blasts!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>The wind wafts vague sounds of trumpet-calls.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+I've earned the right to see what crawled and writhed,<br />
+Suddenly leap into a phantom charge!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Noise as of a cavalcade. The</i> <span class="smcap">Voices</span>, <i>which before</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>were lugubrious, now call to each other</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>with commands and signals.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Voices.</span><br />
+<br />
+Forward!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>The drums of the wind beat the charge.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">The pomp and pageantry of battle,</span><br />
+The dust that's raised by charging cavalry!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Voices.</span><br />
+<br />
+Charge!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">The wild laughter of the fierce Hussars!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Voices.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>In a shout of epic laughter.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Ha! Ha!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Now, Goddess of the hundred mouths,</span><br />
+Victory, from whose lips I've torn the gag,<br />
+Sing in the distance!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Voices.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Far away.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">Form battalions!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Upright in the first glow of dawn.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Glory! O God, to battle in this blaze!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Voices.</span><br />
+<br />
+Fire!&mdash;Half-columns, by your right, advance!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+To battle in this tumult you commanded!<br />
+O Father! Father!&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Amid the noise of battle, which is dying away</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>in the distance, a haughty, metallic voice is</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>heard, preceded and followed by a roll of</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>drums.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Voice.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">Officers&mdash;and&mdash;men!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>In wild delirium, drawing his sword.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+I come!&mdash;I fight!&mdash;Laugh, fife! and banners wave!<br />
+Fix bayonets! Fall on the whitecoats! Forward!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>And while the dream-sounds die away toward the</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>right, swept by the wind, all of a sudden, on the</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>left, a real military band bursts out; and abruptly,</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>like the awaking out of a dream, there</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>is the contrast between the furious battle-music</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>of the French, and a tame march of Schubert's</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>Austrian and dance-like, drawing near in the</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>rosy glow of the morning.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Who has turned with a shudder.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+What white thing marching through the dawning day?<br />
+The Austrian Infantry!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Beside himself, and urging along imaginary</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Grenadiers</i>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;"><i>Ha! Up! and at them!</i></span><br />
+The enemy!&mdash;Fall on them!&mdash;-Crush them!<br />
+Follow on! Follow on! We'll pass across their bodies!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>With his sword high he rushes at the first ranks</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;"><i>of an Austrian regiment which appears on the</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;"><i>road.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">An Officer.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Throwing himself on the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span> <i>and stopping him.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+For God's sake. Prince!&mdash;This is your regiment!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>As if awakening.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Ah&mdash;? This is my&mdash;?<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He falls back; passes his hand across his forehead,</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>and gazes wildly at the white soldiers who</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>march past to the sound of the fife. He sees his</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>destiny, and accepts it. The arm he had raised</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>for the charge sinks slowly, his fist falls on his</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>hip; his sword falls into the regulation position,</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>and, stiff as an automaton, with a toneless</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>and mechanical voice, the voice of an Austrian</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>officer, he cries:</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Halt! Front turn! Eyes right!</span><br />
+<br />
+</p>
+<p class="smcap c">The Curtain Falls as the Drill Begins.</p>
+
+<p class="img"><img src="images/image22.png"
+style="padding:15%;"
+alt="large N with a crown above"
+width="258"
+height="382"
+/></p>
+
+<p class="img"><img src="images/image23.png"
+style="padding-top:15%;"
+alt="four eagles atop four Ns"
+width="423"
+height="135"
+/></p>
+
+<h3 class="top5"><a name="THE_SIXTH_ACT" id="THE_SIXTH_ACT"></a>THE SIXTH ACT</h3>
+
+<p><i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Duke's</span> <i>bedroom at Schönbrunn. The walls are
+covered with Gobelin tapestry. Through folding-doors
+on the left there is a glimpse of the china-cabinet.
+There are also folding-doors on the right
+and in the centre. Empire furniture. A little
+camp-bedstead stands almost in the middle of the
+room. Many bunches of violets are scattered
+about.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span> <i>is discovered buried in a deep arm-chair, his
+fingers idly toying with a large bunch of violets.
+The</i> <span class="smcap">Archduchess</span> <i>is offering him a glass of milk.</i>
+<span class="character">Doctor Malfatti</span> <i>is seated at the back of the room.</i></p>
+
+
+<p class="drama">
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Again? Well, there, then.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">No, you've left a little.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+You?&mdash;Why, I thought you ill!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">They've let me come.</span><br />
+Thank heaven!&mdash;And you?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">Why, if you leave your sick-bed</span><br />
+I must be worse indeed.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">Come, now, that's nonsense!</span><br />
+You know you're better.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>She examines the cup the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span> <i>hands her.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">There, that's finished.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>She calls the</i> <span class="smcap">doctor,</span> <i>who has been seated at the</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>back of the room.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+His Highness drank his milk.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Doctor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">I'm very glad.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+How good it was of him!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Doctor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">How good!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">How hard&mdash;</span><br />
+When I had dreamed of history's reward,<br />
+And when ambition seared my soul&mdash;How hard,<br />
+To be content with praise for drinking milk!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>To the violets on his pillow.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+Oh, ball of freshness laid upon my fever.<br />
+Dear flowers that bring the Spring into my room&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+All bring you violets now?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Ah, yes! Already.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+Hush! As an act of gratitude to God<br />
+For saving us&mdash;since both of us are better&mdash;<br />
+I am to take the Sacrament this morning,<br />
+I think&mdash;I hope&mdash;Franz, will you not come, too?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>After a long look at her.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Ah, now I see the pious trick you'd play me!<br />
+This is the end!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He rises.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">I knew you'd say so!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>With forced playfulness.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20em;">Think!</span><br />
+The etiquette&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">The&mdash;etiquette?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17.5em;">You know</span><br />
+You cannot be deceived. When Austrian Princes<br />
+Receive the&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">Last&mdash;?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Oh! not that mournful word!&mdash;</span><br />
+All the Imperial Family must be present.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+That's true.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">But we're alone! I've had an altar</span><br />
+Placed in that cabinet; and look about you:<br />
+No sign of an Archduke or an Archduchess.<br />
+The Prelate says the Mass for you and me;<br />
+'Tis but the ordinary Mass; you see<br />
+This Sacrament is not&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">The last. 'Tis true.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+Well? Are you coming? Hark! The Mass begins!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+'Tis true, the illustrious audience should be present.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+We've but the Prelate and the Acolyte.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+So, then, I am to have a respite&mdash;?<br />
+<br />
+[<i>They go out.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+[<i>As soon as they have disappeared, the opposite<br />
+door opens and</i> <span class="smcap">General Hartmann</span> <i>ushers in<br />
+the</i> <span class="smcap">Court</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Hartmann.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">Come!</span><br />
+Place yourselves here; and when, with humbled eyes<br />
+The Duke is prostrate to receive the Host&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">One of the Princes.</span><br />
+<br />
+We'll place ourselves&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+A <span class="smcap">Princess.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To a child.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">Hush!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Hartmann.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">In that awful moment</span><br />
+When nothing can distract a Christian's thoughts<br />
+I'll softly ope the door. For one brief second<br />
+Your Highnesses will see his golden head;<br />
+Then I shall close the door, and thus he'll rise,<br />
+Not knowing he received, before the Court,<br />
+As usage dictates, the Viaticum.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+Silence!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Prokesch.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Who has just brought in the</i> <span class="smcap">Countess</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Theresa</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">They have permitted me to place you</span><br />
+Behind the Imperial Family, and thus,<br />
+Above the heads of Princes bent in prayer,<br />
+O'er whom mysterious fate is hovering,<br />
+And pallid children clasping pitiful hands,<br />
+For the last time you'll see the dying Duke.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Oh, thank you, thank you, sir!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Hartmann.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">Let no one stir</span><br />
+When the door opens!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Ah! The sacring-bell!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Princess.</span><br />
+<br />
+It is the Elevation!<br />
+<br />
+[<i>All kneel.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Hartmann.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Gently!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess Camerata.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Metternich</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">Well,</span><br />
+Prince? Is there nothing you regret?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19em;">No, nothing.</span><br />
+I did my duty. Madam&mdash;often suffered<br />
+While doing it&mdash;for my country's weal, my master's,<br />
+And in defence of ancient privilege.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+You've no regrets?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">No. None.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">The <i>Agnus Dei</i>.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Hartmann,</span> <i>who very gently opens the door</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>a very little way and peers through.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+Let not the door creak as you open it!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+None. But he was a noble Prince. I kneel<br />
+To-day not only to the Lamb of God!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Hartmann.</span><br />
+<br />
+The Prelate has uncovered the Ciborium!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">All.</span><br />
+<br />
+Oh!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Hartmann.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Rigid silence! I'm about to open!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">All.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>With emotion.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Oh!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Hartmann.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">I open!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He silently thrusts the wings of the folding-doors</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>open. All the</i> <span class="smcap">Court</span> <i>is prostrate. There is a</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>vague glimpse of candle light. A moment's</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>pause of profound emotion and silence</i>. <span class="smcap">Theresa</span></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>slowly rises to look across the kneeling</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>forms; she looks and sees.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Amid the sobs which overmaster her.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Oh! to behold him thus!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Movement.</i> <span class="smcap">General Hartmann</span> <i>has swiftly</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>closed the doors. Everybody has risen.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Hartmann.</span><br />
+<br />
+Retire! He heard the sobbing!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>All have hurried toward the door on the right,</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>but the door on the left opens quickly; the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;"><i>appears on the threshold and sees them all standing</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>before him. After a long look which takes</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>in the situation:</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">Ah!&mdash;I see.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He draws himself up, and comes toward them</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>with sudden majesty.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+I thank the breaking heart that broke the silence;<br />
+Let her who wept feel no remorse for weeping:<br />
+They had no right to rob me of my death.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Archdukes</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Archduchesses</span>, <i>who</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>withdraw respectfully.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+But leave me now, my Austrian family!<br />
+"My son was born a Frenchman; until death<br />
+Let him remember that." And I remember.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Princes</span> <i>who are leaving.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+Farewell.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>To the others</i>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Whose was the breaking heart?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Who has remained humbly on her knees in a corner.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My Lord&mdash;!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Approaching her, and speaking with great tenderness.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+You are not very reasonable! Once<br />
+Over your book you wept to see me live<br />
+An Austrian Prince with flowers in my coat;<br />
+And now you weep because that life has killed me.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+The tryst&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Well?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">I was there.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Alas, poor soul!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Yes&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Why?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Because I love you.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Countess</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">Madam,</span><br />
+You hid this from me. Why?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Because I love you.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Theresa</span> <i>and the</i> <span class="smcap">Countess</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+Who brought you both to see me?<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<span class="smcap">Theresa</span> <i>and the</i> <span class="smcap">Countess</span> <i>look at the</i> <span class="smcap">Archduchess</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Archduchess</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">You?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19.5em;">Myself.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Why so much thoughtfulness?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">Because I love you.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Women have loved me as they love a child&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Three Women</span> <i>make a gesture of protest.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+Ah, yes! The child they pity, spoil, and shelter&mdash;<br />
+And with maternal fingers, on my brow<br />
+Still sought the golden curls which Lawrence painted.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+No, no! We knew the struggles of your soul!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+And history itself will not record<br />
+The Prince whose soul was seared with all ambitions,<br />
+But see the solemn, rosy, fair-haired child<br />
+Tricked out in laces in his little goat-cart,<br />
+Holding the globe as 'twere an air-balloon.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Speak to me! I am here! Give me a word<br />
+To soothe remorse, for through no fault of mine<br />
+I was too small beside your mighty dreams.<br />
+I have the thriftless conscience of a bird!<br />
+The tinkling bells that jangle in my brain<br />
+Have never ceased till now. Look at me now!<br />
+Speak to me now! Forgive me now!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">O God!</span><br />
+Inspire me with the deep, yet tender word<br />
+With which a son forgives his mother.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19.5em;">Franz,</span><br />
+The cradle which you asked them for last night&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">A Lackey.</span><br />
+<br />
+'Tis here.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He goes out to fetch it.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Looking at</i> <span class="smcap">Metternich</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Ah, my Lord Chancellor, I die</span><br />
+Too soon for you; and you should weep.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20em;">My Lord&mdash;!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+I was your weapon and my death disarms you!<br />
+Europe, which never dared to say you nay,<br />
+When you were he who could unchain the Eaglet,<br />
+Listening to-morrow, will take heart, and say<br />
+"I do not hear it stirring in its cage!"<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+My Lord! My Lord!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>The great enamelled cradle is brought in.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">The cradle Paris gave me!</span><br />
+My splendid cradle, Prudhon's masterpiece!<br />
+Amidst its gold and mother-o'-pearl I slept,<br />
+A babe, whose christening was a coronation.<br />
+Place it beside this little bed, whereon<br />
+My Father slept when victory fanned his slumbers.<br />
+Closer! until its laces graze the sheets.<br />
+Alas! how near my cradle to my death-bed!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[ <i>He points to the gap between the cradle and the</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>bed.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+And all my life lies in that narrow space!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Oh!&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">In that gap, too narrow and too dark,</span><br />
+Fate ne'er let fall a single pin of glory.<br />
+Lay me upon the bed.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Dietrichstein.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">How pale he grows!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Ah, I was greater in my cradle, than<br />
+I am upon this bed; and women rocked me&mdash;<br />
+Yes, I had three to rock me, and they sang<br />
+Their strange old songs: dear songs of Mistress Marchand!<br />
+Oh, who will lull me now with cradle-songs?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Is not your mother here to sing to you?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Do you know any songs of France?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">Why&mdash;no.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Theresa</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+And you?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Perhaps.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Oh, sing below your breath.</span><br />
+"The rain falls, Shepherdess" and "May is come,"<br />
+And sing "Upon the bridge that spans the Rhone,"<br />
+That I may sleep, rocked on the people's fancy.<br />
+There was a song I used to love; sing that:&mdash;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">There was a little man,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And he was clad in gray&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Break, tender heart, as broke the heart of iron&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+A crystal, shattered by a brazen echo&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+A harp-string, shattered by a battle-song&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+A lily sinking silently on laurels.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Doctor.</span><br />
+<br />
+My Lord is very ill. Stand more apart.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Farewell, François&mdash;!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">Farewell, Franz!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20.5em;">Farewell, Bonaparte!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Alas, his head grows heavy on my shoulder!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Archduchess.</span><br />
+<br />
+Duke of Reichstadt!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">King of Rome!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Theresa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Poor child!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Deliriously.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+The horses! horses!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Prelate [Wagner].</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">Let us fall to prayer!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Horses! that I may ride to meet my father!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Will you not let me wipe away your tears?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+No, for the Victories, my sisters&mdash;Lo!<br />
+I see them! see them! in a headlong flight<br />
+Draw nigh to lave their glory in my tears!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+What are you saying?<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Nothing. Did I speak?</span><br />
+Hush! Father, that's our secret: yours and mine!&mdash;<br />
+My funeral will be ugly. Mumbling women;<br />
+Lackeys with torches; droning Capuchins;<br />
+And then they'll lock me in their crypt&mdash;and then&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Tell me your sufferings, child!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16.5em;">Oh! Superhuman!&mdash;</span><br />
+And then, official mourning for six weeks.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Countess.</span><br />
+<br />
+He snatches at the cradle's lace, as if<br />
+To make a winding sheet&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">It will be ugly&mdash;</span><br />
+I must remember how they christen better<br />
+In Paris than they bury in Vienna.<br />
+General Hartmann!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Hartmann.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Prince!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Yes&mdash;while I wait</span><br />
+For death, I'll rock my childhood&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He hands</i> <span class="smcap">General Hartmann</span> <i>a book from</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>under his pillow.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">Here&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<span class="smcap">General Hartmann</span> <i>takes the book. The</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;"><i>falls to rocking the cradle.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 22.5em;">I rock</span><br />
+My past&mdash;I rock my past&mdash;As though<br />
+The Duke of Reichstadt rocked the King of Rome.<br />
+General&mdash;I marked a place&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Hartmann.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">I see it.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+Good. While I'm dying, read aloud&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">No, no!</span><br />
+You shall not die!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">You may begin to read.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Hartmann.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Standing at the foot of the bed and reading.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+"Toward seven o'clock the Calvary appear,<br />
+Forming the head of the procession&mdash;"<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Falling on her knees in a paroxysm of sobs.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19.5em;">Franz!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Hartmann.</span><br />
+<br />
+"The people, shaken with great sobs of joy,<br />
+Utter a shout:&mdash;'Long live the King of Rome!'&mdash;"<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+Franz!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Hartmann.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">"And the guns salute; the Cardinal</span><br />
+Receives their Majesties, and so the pageant<br />
+Moves up the aisle as ancient rules prescribe.<br />
+The Ushers, Kings-at-Arms, their chief, the pages,<br />
+The various officers of the staff, the&mdash;"<br />
+<br />
+[<i>Noticing that the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span> <i>has closed his eyes, he<br />
+stops.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Opening his eyes.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21.5em;">Yes?</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Hartmann</span>.<br />
+"The Chamberlains, the Prefects of the palace,<br />
+Ministers, Masters of the Horse&mdash;"<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>With failing voice.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Go on.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Hartmann.</span><br />
+<br />
+"Marshals of France, Grand Eagles; and Princess<br />
+Aldobrandini holds the chrisom-cloth;<br />
+The Countesses Vilain and de Beauvau<br />
+Bring in the ewer and the salt-cellar&mdash;"<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Still paler and growing rigid.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Read on, sir. Mother&mdash;mother&mdash;lift me up.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<span class="smcap">Maria Louisa</span>, <i>assisted by the</i> <span class="smcap">Prelate</span> <i>and</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><span class="smcap">Doctor Malfatti</span>, <i>raises him on his pillows.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Hartmann</span>.<br />
+<br />
+"Then the Grand Duke, who took on this occasion<br />
+The Austrian Emperor's place as Sponsor: then<br />
+Queen Hortense, and the Imperial Godmother;<br />
+Lastly, the King of Rome, borne by Her Grace,<br />
+The Duchess of Montesquieu. His Majesty,<br />
+Whose healthy mien the crowd observed with joy,<br />
+Wore a great silver mantle, lined with ermine,<br />
+Whose train His Grace the Duke of Valmy bore.<br />
+Princes&mdash;"<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Omit the Princes.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Hartmann.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Turning over a page.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">"Kings&mdash;"</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Omit</span><br />
+The Kings. The end, sir; read the end&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Hartmann.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Turning over several pages.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20.5em;">"And when&mdash;"</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+I cannot hear you. Louder.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Doctor Malfatti.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Wagner</span>.]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">The last agony.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Hartmann.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Raising his voice.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+"And when the Herald thrice within the choir<br />
+Had cried 'Long live the King of Rome!' before<br />
+They handed back the baby to its nurse,<br />
+The Emperor gently took it from&mdash;"<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He hesitates, with a glance at</i> <span class="smcap">Maria Louisa</span>.]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>With infinite nobility and placing his hand with tender<br />
+forgiveness on the head of</i> <span class="smcap">Maria Louisa,</span> <i>who is kneeling<br />
+at his side.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 19.5em;">The Empress!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Hartmann.</span><br />
+<br />
+"And raised it to receive the acclamation.<br />
+The loud&mdash;"<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Whose head drops.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Mamma!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Maria Louisa.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Throwing herself across his body.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">François!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">The Duke.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Opening his eyes.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">Napoleon!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>He sinks back.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Hartmann.</span><br />
+<br />
+"The loud <i>Te Deum</i> filled the sanctuary.<br />
+And all that night, throughout the realm of France,<br />
+With equal pomp, solemnity, and joy&mdash;"<br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Doctor Malfatti.</span><br />
+<br />
+[<i>Putting his hand on the</i> <span class="smcap">General's</span> <i>arm.</i>]<br />
+<br />
+Dead!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<i>Silence. The</i> <span class="smcap">General</span> <i>closes the book.</i>]</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Metternich.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Clothe him in his Austrian uniform.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="character">Curtain.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr class="full" />
+
+<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 30012 ***</div>
+</body>
+</html>
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author	Roger Frank <rfrank@pglaf.org>	2025-10-14 19:52:59 -0700
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