Bonaparte, François-Charles-Joseph, Herzog von Reichstadt, 1811-1832 -- Drama
A cockade, to tease the government.
THE DUKE.
What's that?
FLAMBEAU.
A medal. Trivial fancy goods.
THE DUKE.
Still I?
FLAMBEAU.
Still you. Look here, what words are ground
Upon this tumbler?
THE DUKE.
"Francis, Duke of Reichstadt."
FLAMBEAU.
Of course you can't get on without a plate--
THE DUKE.
A plate?
FLAMBEAU.
A knife, a napkin-ring, an egg-cup.
They've made you look so happy on the egg-cup!
The table's laid, my Lord: my Lord is served!
THE DUKE.
[_With increasing emotion._]
Flambeau--
FLAMBEAU.
On everything. Here's a cravat
In which you're woven riding in the clouds;
And playing cards of which you're Ace of Spades--
THE DUKE.
Flambeau!
FLAMBEAU.
And Almanacs--
THE DUKE.
Flambeau!
FLAMBEAU.
And everything!
THE DUKE.
Flambeau!
FLAMBEAU.
What, weeping? Take this handkerchief
And dry your eyes upon the King of Rome!
[_He kneels by the_ DUKE'S _side and wipes his eyes
with the handkerchief._]
I bid you strike the iron while it's hot:
You've got the people and you've got the Marshals,
The King, the King himself, is only King
On one condition: that he's Bonapartist.
Vainly the Gallic cockerel spreads his wings
That, from a distance, he may seem an eagle.
We Frenchmen cannot breathe inglorious air;
The crown must slip from off a pear-shaped head.
The youth of France will rally to your side
Merrily shouting songs of Béranger--
The street has shuddered and the pavement trembled,
And Schönbrunn's not so pretty as Versailles!
THE DUKE.
I will accept.
[_Military music is heard._]
Ha!
FLAMBEAU.
[_At the window._]
In the Court of honor
The trumpets of the Guard. The Emperor
Is coming home.
THE DUKE.
My grandfather! My promise!
[_To_ FLAMBEAU.]
No; before accepting--
FLAMBEAU.
Damn it!
THE DUKE.
Listen!
I must make one attempt with him; but if
When you are here on guard to-night, you see
Something--that you're not used to seeing here--
It is a signal! I will fly.
FLAMBEAU.
Latude!
What will the signal be?
THE DUKE.
You'll see.
FLAMBEAU.
But if--
[_An officer of the Noble Guard enters._]
THE OFFICER.
My Lord--
FLAMBEAU.
[_Taking stock of him._]
The beggars! Aren't they gorgeous swells!
THE DUKE.
Well?
THE OFFICER.
As the Emperor passed, they came and said,
"O Sire, this is the one day in the week
Whereon your Majesty receives his subjects;
Many have come from far--" "I'd thought of it,"
Replied the Emperor, smiling; "and I hope
To see them. I'm at Schönbrunn as a grandfather,
I shall be with the Duke from five to six:
Let all my children be beside my grandson."
May they come up?
THE DUKE.
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