CZAR. What do you startle me like that for? No, I won't. (_Watches the courtiers nervously._) Why are you clattering your sword, sir? (_To COUNT ROUVALOFF._) Take it off, I shall have no man wear a sword in my presence (_looking at CZAREVITCH_), least of all my son. (_To PRINCE PAUL._) You are not angry with me, Prince? You won't desert me, will you? Say you won't desert me. What do you want? You can have anything--anything. PRINCE PAUL (_bowing very low_). Sire, 'tis enough for me to have your confidence. (_Aside._) I was afraid he was going to revenge himself and give me another decoration. CZAR (_returning to his chair_). Well, gentlemen. MARQ. DE POIV. Sire, I have the honour to present to you a loyal address from your subjects in the Province of Archangel, expressing their horror at the last attempt on your Majesty's life. PRINCE PAUL. The last attempt but two, you ought to have said, Marquis. Don't you see it is dated three weeks back? CZAR. They are good people in the Province of Archangel--honest, loyal people. They love me very much--simple, loyal people; give them a new saint, it costs nothing. Well, Alexis (_turning to the CZAREVITCH_)--how many traitors were hung this morning? CZARE. There were three men strangled, Sire. CZAR. There should have been three[11] thousand. I would to God that this people had but one neck that I might strangle them with one noose! Did they tell anything? whom did they implicate? what did they confess? CZARE. Nothing, Sire. CZAR. They should have been tortured then; why weren't they tortured? Must I always be fighting in the dark? Am I never to know from what root these traitors spring? CZARE. What root should there be of discontent among the people but tyranny and injustice amongst their rulers? CZAR. What did you say, boy? tyranny! tyranny! Am I a tyrant? I'm not. I love the people. I'm their father. I'm called so in every official proclamation. Have a care, boy; have a care. You don't seem to be cured yet of your foolish tongue. (_Goes over to PRINCE PAUL, and puts his hand on his shoulder._) Prince Paul, tell me were there many people there this morning to see the Nihilists hung? PRINCE PAUL. Hanging is of course a good deal less of a novelty in Russia now, Sire, than it was three or four years ago; and you know how easily the people get tired even of their best amusements. But the square and the tops of the houses were really quite crowded, were they not, Prince? (_To the CZAREVITCH who takes no notice._) CZAR. That's right; all loyal citizens should be there. It shows them what to look forward to. Did you arrest any one in the crowd? PRINCE PAUL. Yes, Sire, a woman for cursing your name. (_The CZAREVITCH starts anxiously._) She was the mother of the two criminals. CZAR (_looking at CZAREVITCH_). She should have blessed me for having rid her of her children. Send her to prison. CZARE. The prisons of Russia are too full already, Sire. There is no room in them for any more victims.