CZAR. But you will have such time for literature now. You forget you are diplomatists. Men of thought should have nothing to do with action. PRINCE PETRO. Sire, we did but jest. CZAR. Then I banish you for your bad jokes. Bon voyage, Messieurs.[4] If you value your lives you will catch the first train for Paris. (_Exeunt MINISTERS._) Russia is well rid of such men as these. They are the jackals that follow in the lion's track. [5]They have no courage themselves, except to pillage and rob.[5] But for these men and for Prince Paul my father would have been a good king, would not have died so horribly as he did die. How strange it is, the most real parts of one's life always seem to be a dream! The council, the fearful law which was to kill the people, the arrest, the cry in the courtyard, the pistol-shot, my father's bloody hands, and then the crown! One can live for years sometimes, without living at all, and then all life comes crowding into a single hour. I had no time to think. Before my father's hideous shriek of death had died in my ears I found this crown on my head, the purple robe around me, and heard myself called a king. I would have given it up all then; it seemed nothing to me then; but now, can I give it up now? Well, Colonel, well? (_Enter COLONEL OF THE GUARD._) COLONEL. What password does your Imperial Majesty desire should be given to-night? CZAR. Password? COLONEL. [6]For the cordon of[6] guards, Sire, on night duty around the palace. CZAR. You can dismiss them. I have no need of them. (_Exit COLONEL._) (_Goes to the crown lying on the table._) What subtle potency lies hidden in this gaudy bauble, the crown,[7] that makes one feel like a god when one wears it? To hold in one's hand this little fiery coloured world, to reach out one's arm to earth's uttermost limit, to girdle the seas with one's hosts; this is to wear a crown! to wear a crown! The meanest serf in Russia who is loved is better crowned than I. How love outweighs the balance! How poor appears the widest empire of this golden world when matched with love! Pent up in this palace, with spies dogging every step, I have heard nothing of her; I have not seen her once since that fearful hour three days ago, when I found myself suddenly the Czar of this wide waste, Russia. Oh, could I see her for a moment; tell her now the secret of my life I have never dared utter before; tell her why I wear this crown, when I have sworn eternal war against all crowned men! There was a meeting to-night. I received my summons by an unknown hand; but how could I go? I who have broken my oath! who have broken my oath! (_Enter PAGE._) PAGE. It is after eleven, Sire. Shall I take the first watch in your room to-night? CZAR. Why should you watch me, boy? The stars are my best sentinels. PAGE. It was your Imperial father's wish, Sire, never to be left alone while he slept.