FLAMBEAU. Pack your trunk. THE DUKE. Alas! FLAMBEAU. No more "Alas." To-day's the Ninth, And if you'd like to be on the Pont-Neuf The Thirtieth--you'll be there if you like-- Come to the ball to-morrow given by Nepomuk. THE DUKE AND MARMONT. By whom? FLAMBEAU. Prince Metternich (Clement Lothair Wenceslas Nepomuk). Come. No more "Alas!" MARMONT. You utter dangerous secrets in my presence! FLAMBEAU. You'll not betray a plot in which you share. THE DUKE. Not Marmont! MARMONT. Yes, I'm with you. [_To_ FLAMBEAU.] All the same You didn't use much flattery to win me; You gave me quite a warm reception. FLAMBEAU. Yes; And won a warm reception for myself. MARMONT. Very imprudent. FLAMBEAU. True, but then my failing Is ever overdoing things a little. I always add a trifle to my orders And wear a rose-bud when I go to battle: My little joke. MARMONT. So if the Camerata Cares to employ me-- THE DUKE. No! not Marmont! FLAMBEAU. Pooh! Let him redeem himself! THE DUKE. No! MARMONT. I have lists Carefully made, of all the malcontents; Maison, the French Ambassador, is my friend. FLAMBEAU. Oh, he can serve us. THE DUKE. Compromises! No! I'll not let Marmont consecrate himself! MARMONT. When you are crowned, my Lord, I will obey you. Meanwhile I'll go at once to General Maison. [MARMONT _goes out._] FLAMBEAU. That venerable rascal's in the right. THE DUKE. So be it, then! I'll come. But where's the proof That France still feels herself my Father's widow? Oh, Flambeau, time has passed; the ancient love These worthy people bore us must have died. FLAMBEAU. Their love of you, my Lord? Why that's immortal! [_He takes from about his person the various articles mentioned in the following scene._] THE DUKE. Why, Flambeau, what is that? FLAMBEAU. A pair of braces. THE DUKE. Have you gone mad? FLAMBEAU. Just look and see what's on 'em! THE DUKE. My portrait! FLAMBEAU. Worn by quite a decent class. THE DUKE. But Flambeau-- FLAMBEAU. Will you take a pinch of snuff? THE DUKE. I-- FLAMBEAU. On the box a little curly head. THE DUKE. 'Tis I! FLAMBEAU. And what about this handkerchief? Eh! Not so bad, the little King of Rome? THE DUKE. But-- FLAMBEAU. Colored print to paste upon your walls. THE DUKE. Again! on horseback! FLAMBEAU. Yes, and caracolling. How d'you like this pipe? THE DUKE. But tell me, Flambeau-- FLAMBEAU. You cannot say they haven't drawn you handsome! THE DUKE. I-- FLAMBEAU.