Bonaparte, François-Charles-Joseph, Herzog von Reichstadt, 1811-1832 -- Drama
You here? And in this uniform? What means?
THE DUKE.
Were we not asked to come here in--disguise?
SEDLINZKY.
The pride your Excellency broke last night
Even in its fragments keeps its insolence.
[_To the_ DUKE.]
What are you dreaming of, far from the ball,
My little Colonel?
THE DUKE.
Of my Little Corporal!
METTERNICH.
[_On the point of breaking out._]
Oh, I--
[_Mastering himself._]
But I must go to my despatches.
'Tis all to do again!
[_He and_ SEDLINZKY _go out._]
[_Enter_ FANNY ELSSLER.]
FANNY.
Prince!
THE DUKE.
No! that woman!
I will not--!
FANNY.
[_Unmasking._]
Fly?
THE DUKE.
[_Recognising her._]
Fanny!
FANNY.
The plot!
THE DUKE.
What's that?
FANNY.
I'm in it. Let me tell you--
THE DUKE.
Ah!
FANNY.
Look innocent.
Sit down. Pretend you're very much in love.
You on the rock. I on the Neptune's head.
[_Speaking to the stone head_.]
May I sit down, good Neptune?
THE STONE HEAD.
If you like.
Only I warn you, it's all over ants.
FANNY.
Lord! Neptune's talking!
THE DUKE.
[_Understanding and remembering._]
Ah! beneath the ivy!
FLAMBEAU.
The entrance to my cavern through an ant-heap.
THE DUKE.
You! Flambeau!
FLAMBEAU.
In the cave of Rob--
MASKS.
Ho hi!
FANNY.
Hush! Masks!
MASKS.
Oh, very funny!
[_They pass out._]
FLAMBEAU.
--inson Crusoe!
THE DUKE.
What! Since last night?
FLAMBEAU.
Oh, yes; I smoke my pipe--
THE DUKE.
There in the hole?
FLAMBEAU.
You copied from the beggar
Who first invented bearskins, so they say,
And had a funny Mameluke called Friday.
THE DUKE.
I cannot find the spot.
FLAMBEAU.
It's on the right.
Here, where I blow a cloud out of my pipe.
FANNY.
The small Vesuvius!
THE DUKE.
You must be--
FLAMBEAU.
Uncomfortable.
But then--I said you'd find me at the ball.
FANNY.
If they should catch us talking to a smoke!
FLAMBEAU.
Ouch!
THE DUKE.
What's the matter?
FLAMBEAU.
An attack of ants.
Since yesterday we've had the bloodiest battles.
FANNY.
But--
FLAMBEAU.
They outnumber me, but I've tobacco,
I blow a blast--
THE DUKE.
You bring your heavy guns?
FLAMBEAU.
May I lift up my rock a bit?
THE DUKE.
Yes.
FLAMBEAU.
[_Seeing_ MASKS _approaching._]
Nuns!
THE DUKE AND FANNY.
Hush!
FLAMBEAU.
Now I look as if I took the air
On the tomb's balcony.
THE DUKE.
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