Beau. Yes, prince: read this letter, just received from my friend at Paris, one of the Directory; they suspect you of designs against the Republic: they are very suspicious of princes, and your family take part with the Austrians. Knowing that I introduced your highness at Lyons, my friend writes to me to say that you must quit the town immediately, or you will be arrested,--thrown into prison, perhaps guillotined! Fly!--I will order horses to your carriage instantly. Fly to Marsailles; there you can take ship to Leghorn. Mme. Deschap. And what's to become of Pauline? Am I not to be mother to a princess, after all? Enter PAULINE and MONSIEUR DESCHAPPELLES. Pauline [throwing herself into MELNOTTE's arms.] You must leave us!--Leave Pauline! Beau. Not a moment is to be wasted. M. Deschap. I will go to the magistrates and inquire-- Beau. Then he is lost; the magistrates, hearing he is suspected, will order his arrest. Mme. Deschap. And I shall not be a princess-dowager! Beau. Why not? There is only one thing to be done:--send for the priest--let the marriage take place at once, and the prince carry home a bride? Mel. Impossible!--[Aside.] Villain. Mme. Deschap. What, lose my child? Beau. And gain a princess! Mme Deschap. Oh, Monsieur Beauseant, you are so very kind, it must be so,--we ought not to be selfish, my daughter's happiness at stake. She will go away, too, in a carriage and six! Pauline. Thou art here still,--I cannot part from my heart will break. Mel. But thou wilt not consent to this hasty union?--thou wilt not wed an outcast--a fugitive? Pauline. Ah! if thou art in danger, who should share it but Pauline? Mel. [aside]. Distraction!--If the earth could swallow me! M. Deschap. Gently! gently! The settlements--the contracts--my daughter's dowry! Mel. The dowry!--I am not base enough for that; no, not one farthing! Beau. [to MADAM]. Noble fellow!--Really your good husband is too mercantile in these matters. Monsieur Deschappelles, you hear his highness: we can arrange the settlements by proxy; 'tis the way with people of quality. M. Deschap. But-- Mme. Deschap. Hold your tongue!--Don't expose yourself! Beau. I will bring the priest in a trice. Go in all of you and prepare; the carriage shall be at the door before the ceremony is over. Mme. Deschap. Be sure there are six horses, Beauseant! You are very good to have forgiven us for refusing you; but you see--a prince! Beau. And such a prince! Madam, I cannot blush at the success of so illustrious a rival.--[Aside.] Now will I follow them to the village, enjoy my triumph, and to-morrow, in the hour of thy shame and grief, I think, proud girl, thou wilt prefer even these arms to those of the gardener's son. [Exit. Mme. Deschap. Come, Monsieur Deschappelles, give your arm to her highness that is to be. M. Deschap. I don't like doing business in such a hurry; 'tis not the way with the house of Deschappelles & Co.