Mme. Deschap. There, now, you fancy you are in the counting-house, don't you? [Pushes him to PAULINE. Mel. Stay, stay, Pauline--one word. Have you no scruple, no fear? Speak--it is not yet too late. Pauline. When I loved thee, thy fate became mine. Triumph or danger-- joy or sorrow--I am by thy side. Damas. Well, well, prince, thou art a lucky man to be so loved. She is a good little girl in spite of her foibles make her as happy as if she were not to be a princess [slapping him on the shoulder]. Come, sir, I wish you joy--young tender--lovely;--zounds, I envy you! Mel. [who has stood apart in gloomy abstraction]. Do you?* (* On the stage the following lines are added:--) "Do you? Wise judges are we of each other. 'Woo, wed, and bear her home! So runs the bond To which I sold myself,--and then--what then? Away?--I will not look beyond the hour. Like children in the dark, I dare not face The shades that gather sound me in the distance. You envy me--I thank you--you may read My joy upon my brow--I thank you, sir! If hearts had audible language, you would hear What mine would answer when you talk of ENVY!" ACT III.--SCENE I. The exterior of the Golden Leon--time, twilight. The moon rises during the scene. Enter Landlord and his Daughter from the Inn. Land. Ha--ha--ha! Well, I never shall get over it. Our Claude is a prince with a vengeance now. His carriage breaks down at my inn--ha--ha! Janet. And what airs the young lady gives herself! "Is this the best room you have, young woman?" with such a toss of the head. Land. Well, get in, Janet: get in and see to the supper: the servants must sup before they go back. [Exeunt. Enter BEAUSEANT and GLAVIS. Beau. You see our princess is lodged at last--one stage more, and she'll be at her journey's end--the beautiful palace at the foot of the Alps!--ha--ha! Gla. Faith, I pity the poor Pauline--especially if she's going to sup at the Golden Lion [makes a wry face]. I shall never forget that cursed ragout. Enter MELNOTTE from the Inn. Beau. Your servant, my prince; you reigned most worthily, I condole with you on your abdication. I am afraid that your highness's retinue are not very faithful servants. I think they will quit you in the moment of your fall 'tis the fate of greatness. But you are welcome to your fine clothes--also the diamond snuff-box, which Louis XIV. gave to your great-great-grandmother. Gla. And the ring, with which your grandfather the Dodge of Venice married the Adriatic. Mel. I have kept my oath, gentlemen--say, have I kept my oath? Beau. Most religiously. Mel. Then you have done with me and mine--away with you! Beau. How, knave?