Bonaparte, François-Charles-Joseph, Herzog von Reichstadt, 1811-1832 -- Drama
You, traitor of Essonnes,
The mob has found new uses for your name
And coined a verb "_Raguser_," to betray!
Why do you stand there silent? Answer me.
'Tis not alone Prince Francis Charles, it is
Napoleon the Second speaking to you.
MARMONT.
[_Listening._]
They come--Prince Metternich--I know his voice.
THE DUKE.
Well! you know what to do. Betray us twice!
METTERNICH.
[_Entering with_ PROKESCH.]
Don't interrupt your chat. I'm taking Prokesch
Across the park to see the Roman ruins
Where I propose to give a ball. I am
The last survivor of a crumbling world.
I like the idea of dancing over ruins.
Good-night.
[_He goes out with_ PROKESCH.]
MARMONT.
My Lord, you see I held my peace.
THE DUKE.
It only needed that you should _raguse_.
MARMONT.
Oh, conjugate the verb! I'll take a seat.
THE DUKE.
What!
MARMONT.
I will let you conjugate the verb
Because you were magnificent just now.
THE DUKE.
Sir!
MARMONT.
I have spoken evil of your Father
These fifteen years. I do so still; 'tis true.
Can you not guess I seek to excuse myself?
I never saw your Father after Elba--
If I had seen him I should have returned.
Others betrayed him, thinking to save France;
But these beheld his face again, and fell
Under the spell, as I have fallen to-night.
THE DUKE.
Why, sir?
MARMONT.
I also have beheld his face.
THE DUKE.
How?
MARMONT.
In that frown, and in that haughty gesture;
The sparkling eye! Insult me. I remain.
THE DUKE.
Almost you have atoned if that be true,
Saved me from self-distrust which these exploit.
What? With my gloomy brow and narrow chest--?
MARMONT.
I have beheld him!
THE DUKE.
Dare I hope again?
Dare I forgive you? Why did you betray him?
MARMONT.
My Lord--!
THE DUKE.
Why? You--and others?
MARMONT.
We were weary.
Can you not understand? No peace in Europe.
It's well to conquer, but one wants to live!
Berlin, Vienna, never, never Paris!
Beginning and beginning and beginning,
Again, and yet again as in a nightmare;
Forever and forever in the saddle
Till we were sick of it!
THE LACKEY.
[_Having taken out the wooden soldiers and come back._
What about us?
THE DUKE AND MARMONT.
Eh?
THE LACKEY.
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