Naught of him is in you! Search! Search again! Come closer to the light! He stole our ancient blood to mix with his, That his might grow more ancient. But he stole Only the racial melancholy, and The feebleness, and-- THE DUKE. I beseech you! METTERNICH. Look! Look in the mirror! You turn pale? THE DUKE. Enough! METTERNICH. And on your lips you recognize the pout As of a doll, of Marie Antoinette, Her whom your France beheaded; for your Father, While stealing glory, stole mishap as well! Nay! raise the chandelier! [_He forces the chandelier into the_ DUKE'S _right hand, and holds him by that wrist_.] THE DUKE. I am afraid. METTERNICH. You cannot gaze into this glass at night, But all your race will gibber at your back! Look--in the gloom--that shade is Mad Johanna, And yonder Thing, that moves so deathly slow, Is the pale sovereign in his crystal coffin. THE DUKE. No! 'Tis the radiant pallor of my Father! METTERNICH. Yonder, recoiling, Rudolph and his lions! THE DUKE. The clash of steeds and weapons! 'Tis the Consul! METTERNICH. Lo! in a noisome crypt one fashions gold. THE DUKE. He fashions glory on the sands of Egypt. METTERNICH. Aha! Here's Charles the Fifth, with hair cropped close, Dying for having sought self-burial! THE DUKE. Help! Father! METTERNICH. The Escurial! Grisly phantoms And frowning walls! THE DUKE. Ah, hither! smiling visions: Compiègne and Malmaison! METTERNICH. You see them! see them! THE DUKE. Roll, drums of Arcola, and drown his voice! METTERNICH. The mirror's teeming! THE DUKE. [_Twisting his wrist loose, but still holding the chandelier._] I will shatter it! METTERNICH. Others, and others yet, arrive! THE DUKE. [_Hurling the chandelier into the mirror._] 'Tis shattered! Not one remains! Not one! METTERNICH. [_Pointing at the_ DUKE _with a terrible gesture._] Yes!--One! THE DUKE. No, no! It is not I! Not I!--My Father!--Help! CURTAIN. [Illustration: decoration of five torches with a hand for the flame.] THE FOURTH ACT _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_ LORDS _and_ LADIES _in dominos and other disguises are moving about the stage._ FIRST MASK. Who is the clown? SECOND MASK. Don't know.