LORD COWLEY. We must not lose our heads Because a name is shouted. GENTZ. He is dead. TIBURTIUS. [_On the terrace._] It's nothing. METTERNICH. Yes, but what? TIBURTIUS. An Austrian soldier. METTERNICH. Austrian? TIBURTIUS. Two of them. I saw them. METTERNICH. Vexing! MARIA LOUISA. [_Entering hurriedly and pale with fear from her room._] Did you not hear the shout? Oh, horrible! It brought to mind--One day the people surged About my coach in Parma with that cry! It's done to vex me! METTERNICH. What could it have meant? TIBURTIUS. Two of the Duke of Reichstadt's regiment Caught sight of him as he was riding homeward. You know the deep ditch bordering the road? His Highness wished to leap it, but his horse Shied, swerved, and backed. The Duke sat firm, And brought him to it again, and--over! Then The men, to applaud him, shouted. And that's all. METTERNICH. [_To a lackey._] Fetch one of them at once! MARIA LOUISA. They seek my death! [_An Austrian sergeant is brought in._] METTERNICH. A sergeant! Now, my man, speak up. What meant That shouting? THE SERGEANT. I don't know. METTERNICH. What! You don't know? THE SERGEANT. No; nor downstairs the corporal don't know neither. He shouted with me. It was good to see The Prince so young and slender on his horse. And then we're proud of having for our Colonel The son of-- METTERNICH. That'll do. THE SERGEANT. He took the ditch So cool and calm! As pretty as a picture! So then a sort of lump came in our throats, Pride and affection--I don't know--we shouted "Long live--! METTERNICH. Enough, enough! It's just as easy To shout "Long live the Duke of Reichstadt," idiot! THE SERGEANT. Well-- METTERNICH. What? THE SERGEANT. "Long live the Duke of Reichstadt" Isn't so easy as "Long live--" METTERNICH. Be off. Don't shout at all! TIBURTIUS. [_To the_ SERGEANT _as he passes him to go out._] You fool! MARIA LOUISA. [_To the ladies who surround her._] I'm better, thank you. THERESA. The Empress! MARIA LOUISA. [_To_ DIETRICHSTEIN, _pointing to_ THERESA.] Baron Dietrichstein, this is My new companion-reader. [_To_ THERESA, _presenting_ DIETRICHSTEIN.] My son's tutor. And, by the way, I've never thought of asking-- Do you read well? TIBURTIUS. Oh, very! THERESA. I don't know. MARIA LOUISA. Take one of Franz's books from yonder table, Open it anywhere. THERESA. [_Taking a book and reading the title._] "Andromache"-- [_She reads._]