Perfectly so, dear Madam. (_Exeunt severally_.) ACT III. Scene, _an apartment in the_ Prince's _country palace_. Scene I. _Enter_ Prince _and_ Marinelli. MARINELLI. In vain. He refused the proffered honour with the greatest contempt. PRINCE. This ends all hope, then. Things take their course, MARINELLI. According to all appearances. PRINCE. I relied so firmly on your project--but who knows how ridiculously you acted? I ought to have recollected that though a blockhead's counsel may be good, it requires a clever man to execute it. MARINELLI. A pretty reward, this! PRINCE. Why should you be rewarded? MARINELLI. For having risked my life on the venture. Finding that neither raillery nor reason could induce the Count to sacrifice his love to honour, I tried to rouse his anger. I said things to him which made him forget himself. He used insulting expressions, and I demanded satisfaction--yes, satisfaction on the spot. One of us must fall, thought I. Should it be his fate, the field is ours--should it be mine--why, he must fly, and the Prince will at least gain time. PRINCE. Did you act thus, Marinelli? MARINELLI. Yes; he, who is ready to sacrifice his life for princes, ought to learn beforehand how grateful they are likely to be. PRINCE. And the Count? Report says that he is not the man to wait till satisfaction is a second time demanded. MARINELLI. No doubt, in ordinary cases. Who can blame him? He said that he had then something of greater consequence than a duel to occupy his thoughts, and put me off till a week after his marriage. PRINCE. With Emilia Galotti. The idea drives me to distraction----Thus, then, the affair ended, and now you come hither to boast that you risked your life in my behalf--sacrificed yourself for me. MARINELLI. What more, my lord, would you have had me do? PRINCE. More? As if you had done anything! MARINELLI. May I be allowed to ask what your Highness has done for yourself? You were so fortunate as to see her at church. What is the result of your conference? PRINCE (_with a sneer_).