Bonaparte, François-Charles-Joseph, Herzog von Reichstadt, 1811-1832 -- Drama
[_To a policeman._]
'Tis he!
POLICEMAN.
Perhaps.
Wanted in Paris.
SEDLINZKY.
How can we make sure!
[_The_ POLICEMAN _hands him a paper, which he
reads._]
"Nose ordinary, eyes ordinary,
Mouth ordinary--" Extraordinary!
[_Watching_ FLAMBEAU.]
Two bullets in his--back.
FLAMBEAU.
A lie!
SEDLINZKY.
Of course.
FLAMBEAU.
I'm lost. All right; I'll have my little joke,
And deck myself in flowers ere dropping out.
SEDLINZKY.
You answer to the name of Seraph Flambeau.
FLAMBEAU.
No, sir! That name's not good enough to die with.
I'll be drum-major in the Dance of Death;
Not merely Seraph, nor Flambeau, the torch.
I broaden! I'm Archangel Chandelier!
THE DUKE.
Will you deliver him to France?
SEDLINZKY.
Yes.
THE DUKE.
Like a thief?
You have no right, sir--!
SEDLINZKY.
But we'll take it.
THE DUKE.
Heavens!
FLAMBEAU.
'Twas getting past a joke that I should never
Be present when they wanted to behead me.
SEDLINZKY.
Also his decoration is illegal.
Take off that ribbon!
FLAMBEAU.
Take it. But it grows
As often as I choose on my old hide.
[_Unseen by the others he stabs himself._]
SEDLINZKY.
Take off his cloak!
[_When the cloak is removed, the spot of blood
shows like the ribbon of the Legion of Honor
on_ FLAMBEAU'S _shirt._]
What's that?
FLAMBEAU.
Looks rather well!
SEDLINZKY.
Come! Make an end!
FLAMBEAU.
[_To the_ DUKE.]
My Lord, this leaves me not
Till death!
SEDLINZKY.
What! He has pinned another on!
FLAMBEAU.
You cannot make an end! I've pinned another;
And when that's gone, another, and another!
THE DUKE.
What will they do?
FLAMBEAU.
What did they do to Ney?
THE DUKE.
Impossible--!
FLAMBEAU.
A little firing-party--
Rrrrrr!
THE DUKE.
Ah!
FLAMBEAU.
I always laughed at bullets;
But French ones? Never! None of that, Lisette!
THE DUKE.
You will not give him up?
SEDLINZKY.
Without delay!
FLAMBEAU.
Seraph, your wings are clipped; good-night, my friend!
SEDLINZKY.
March!
THE DUKE.
Look! He staggers! Flambeau!--Look!
POLICEMAN.
He's falling!
FLAMBEAU.
[_On his knees; knocking off the policeman's hat_.]
The Duke is speaking! Take that stovepipe off!
THE DUKE.
Flambeau, you've killed yourself!
FLAMBEAU.
No! I've pinned on
An everlasting ribbon of the Legion!
THE DUKE.
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