THE DUKE. She is going-- GENTZ. Of our friend, Who, having organized the feast, has left us Amid the music, flowers, delicious ices, To toil till dawn dictating his despatches. FANNY. How well she imitates your careless stride! GENTZ. To the Prince-chancellor, Counsellor, Chamberlain, Ladies and gentlemen, drain brimming glasses! Metternich, Austrian Prince, Grandee of Spain, Duke of Portella, Lord of Daruvar-- FANNY. She's coming forward! Look how calm she is! GENTZ. Knight of Saint Ann-- FANNY. He helps us with his chatter, And doesn't know it. GENTZ. Knight o' the Swedish Seraphs, The Danish Elephant, the Golden Fleece-- FLAMBEAU. If Nepomuk has one or two more titles-- GENTZ. Curator of the Fine Arts, Czechish Magnate-- THE DUKE. She's overdoing it: I move more quickly. GENTZ. Bailiff of Malta-- THE DUKE. Ha! She stops! GENTZ. Grand Cross Of Charles the Third, the Falcon, Bear, and Lion-- Phew--! THE ARCHDUCHESS. [_To the_ LADY _seated next to_ GENTZ.] He's fainting! Fan him quickly, someone! GENTZ. Fellow of all the Academies on earth--! ALL. Hurrah! FLAMBEAU. And while they clash their glasses, Prince, She's starting--she has started-- THE ARCHDUCHESS. [_To the false_ DUKE.] Franz! Not going? THE DUKE. All's lost! FLAMBEAU. Damnation! THE ARCHDUCHESS. [_To the false_ DUKE.] Wait! THE DUKE. The Archduchess Knew nothing of the plot-- THE ARCHDUCHESS. You grieved me, Franz; Just now you-- [_She recognises the_ COUNTESS.] Ah! THE DUKE. All's lost. THE ARCHDUCHESS. But-- [_Offering her hand to the_ COUNTESS.] Well, good-night. THE COUNTESS. Ah, Madam--How--? THE ARCHDUCHESS. Why don't you kiss my hand? [_The_ COUNTESS _goes out._] A MASK. The Duke already gone? ANOTHER. He's whimsical. THE DUKE. [_Meaningly, to the_ ARCHDUCHESS.] Your hand--as to the Duke? THE ARCHDUCHESS. Yes, gentle mask. GENTZ. And now-- SEVERAL. Again? GENTZ. One word--- VOICES. Oh, go ahead! GENTZ. I wanted to complete my little toast, But while the Duke was here I couldn't name The proudest title Metternich can boast of; But now we're rid of him, I have the honor:-- Ladies and gentlemen, here's the destroyer Of Bonaparte! ALL. Hurrah!--To the Destroyer! THE DUKE. [_To_ FLAMBEAU.] What are you doing? FLAMBEAU. [_Who is pouring his wine into his gun-barrel_.] Lest it might go off! A MASK. This Bonaparte--