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GILMOUR PRINCE METTERNICH, Chancellor of Austria EDWIN ARDEN COUNT PROKESCH....................PERCY LYNDALL BARON FRIEDRICH VON GENTZ.........EUGENE JEPSON THE ATTACHE OF THE FRENCH EMBASSY at the Austrian Court....................OSWALD YORK THE TAILOR, a conspirator..........WILLIAM LEWERS COUNT MAURICE DIETRICHSTEIN.......EDWARD LESTER BARON VON OBENAUS............... PEYTON CARTER THE EMPEROR FRANCIS OF AUSTRIA....JOS. FRANCCEUR MARSHAL MARMONT, Duke of Ragusa... J. H. BENRIMO COUNT SEDLNIZKY, Prefect of the Austrian Police WILLIAM CROSBY THE MARQUIS OF BOMBELLES, betrothed to Maria Louisa.........................CLAYTON LEGGE TIBURTIUS DE LOGET.................WILLIAM IRVING LORD COWLEY, English Ambassador at the Austrian Court...................... RIENZI DE CORDOVA COUNT SANDOR......................EDWARD JACOBS DOCTOR MALFATTI...................... H. D. JAMES GENERAL HARTMAN...................HERBERT CARR CAPTAIN FORESTI.................JOHN S. ROBERTSON AN AUSTRIAN SERGEANT............ LLOYD CARLETON f\\ - -t: ho t \iCI c0 -, A COUNTRY DOCTOR..............FREDERICK SPENCER HIS SON...........................BYRON ONGLEY THALBERG..........................B. B. BELCHER MONTENEGRO................. MORTON H. WELDON THE CHAMBERLAIN.................CHARLES MARTIN AN OFFICER OF THE NOBLE GUARD, the Emperor of Austria's Bodyguard............. HENRY P. DAVIS THE MARQUIS OF OTRANTO, son of Fouche CHARLES HENDERSON GOUBEAUX......DON C. MERRIFIELD MORCHAIN.. Boapartist.. THOMAS H. ELWOOD conspirators GUIBERT............ GEORGE KLEIN BOROWSKI.......FRANK GOODMAN FIRST POLICE OFFICER.................RALPH YOERG FIRST ARCHDUKE, a child....... WALTER BUTTERWORTH SECOND ARCHDUKE, a child.............JOHN LEEMAN MARIA LOUISA, second wife of Napoleon I., widow of Count Neipperg...............IDA WATERMAN THE ARCHDUCHESS SOPHIA OF AUSTRIA SARAH CONVERSE THERESA DE LOGET, sister of Tiburtius de Loget ELLIE COLLMER THE COUNTESS NAPOLEONE CAMERATA, daughter of Napoleon's sister, Elisa Bacciocchi...SARAH PERRY FANNY ELSSLER................... MARGARET GORDON SCARAMPI, Mistress of the Robes... FRANCIS COMSTOCK MINA, a maid-of-honor................. EDITH SCOTT AN ARCHDUCHESS, a child......... BEATRICE MORRISON Princes, Princesses, Archdukes, Archduchesses, Maidsof-Honor, Officers, Noble Guard, Masks (Male and Female), Crotian Peasants, Hungarian Peasants, Austrian Soldiers, Police Officers. The period covered by the play is from '830 to 1832. f ~ 1::0 A: J~ i: 0;:SA: THE [DUKE OF PFWIISTAIJ FROM 1 HF PAINTING I3Y ~] I 0 (MAS LAW I N( THE FIRST~~~~~~~~,A ACT ' I L'AIGLON THE FIRST ACT At Baden, near Vienna, in I830. The drawing-room of the villa occupied by MARIA LOUISA. The walls are painted al fresco in bright colors. The frieze is decorated with a design of sphinxes. At the back, between two other windows, a window reaching to the ground and forming the entrance from the garden. Beyond, the balustrade of the terrace leading into the garden; a glimpse of lindens and pine-trees. A magnificent day in the beginning of September. Empire furniture of lemonwood decorated with bronze. A large china stove in the centre of the wall on the left. In front of it a door. On the right, two doors. The first leads to the apartments of MARIA LOUISA. In front of the window on the left at the back an Erard piano of the period, and a harp. A big table on the right, and against the right wall a small table with [ II L'A I G L O N shelves filled with books. On the left, facing the audience, a Recamier couch, and a large stand for candlesticks. A great many flowers in vases. Framed engravings on the walls representing the members of the Imperial Family of Austria. A portrait of the Emperor Francis. At the rise of the curtain a group of elegant ladies is discovered at the further end of the room. Two of them are seated at the piano, with their backs to the audience, playing a duet. Another is at the harp. They are playing at sight, amid much laughter and many interruptions. A lackey ushers in a modestly dressed young girl who is accompanied by an officer of the Austrian Cavalry. Seeing that no one notices their entrance, these two remain standing a moment in a corner. The COUNT DE BOMBELLES comes in from the door on the right and goes toward the piano. He sees the young girl, and stops, with a smile. THE LADIES. [Surrounding the piano, laughing, and all talking at the same time.] SHE misses all the flats!-It's scandalous!I'll take the bass!-Loud pedal!-One! Two!Harp! BOMBELLES. [To THERESA.] What! You! THERESA. Good-day, my Lord Bombelles A LADY. [At the piano.] Mi, sol. THERESA. I enter on my readership[12] L'A I G L O N ANOTHER LADY. [At the piano.] The flats 1 THERESA. It's thanks to you. BOMBELLES. My dear Theresa! Nothing You are my relative, and you are French. THERESA. [Presenting the officer.] TiburtiusBOMBELLES. Ah, your brother! [He gives him his hand and pushes forward a chair for THERESA.] Take a seat. T HERESA, I'm very nervous. BOMBELLES. [With a smile.] Heavens! What about? THERESA. To venture near the persons of the two The Emperor left! BOMBELLES. Oh, is that all, my child? TIBURTIUS. Our people hated Bonaparte of oldTHERESA. Yes-but to seeBoMBELLES. His widow? [13] L'AI G LON THERESA. And perhaps His son? B O.M B E L LES.. Assured!y,^,. THERESA. Why, it would mean I'd never thought or read, and was not French, Nor born in recent years, if I could stand Unmoved so near them. Is she lovely? BOMBELLES. Who? THERESA. Her Majesty of Parma? BOMBELLES. WhyTHERESA. She's sad And that itself is beauty. BoMBELLES. But I'm puzzled. Surely you've seen her? THERESA. No. TIBURTIUS. We've just come in. BOMBELLES. Yes, butTIBURTIUS. We feared we might disturb these ladies Whose laughter sings new gamuts to the piano. THERESA. Here in my corner I await her notice. [ 14] L'AI G LON BOMBELLES. What? Why, it's she who's playing bass this moment! THERESA. The Emp-? BOMBELLES. I'll go and tell her. [He goes to the piano and whispers to one of the ladies who are playing.] MARIA LOUISA. [Turning.] Ah! this childQuite a pathetic story-yes-you told me: A brotherBOMBELLES. Father exiled. Son an exile. TIBURTIUS. The Austrian uniform is to my taste; And then there's fox-hunting, which I adore. MARIA LOUISA. [To THERESA.] So that's the rascal whose extravagance Eats up your little fortune? THERESA. Oh!-my brotherMARIA LOUISA. The wretch has ruined you, but you forgive him! Theresa de Loget, I think you're charming! [She takes THERESA by both hands and makes her sit beside her on the couch.] [BOMBELLES and TIBURTIUS retire to the back. Now you're among my ladies. I may boast I'm not unpleasant; rather sad at times SinceI51 L'AI G LON THERESA. I am grieved beyond the power of words. MARIA LOUISA. Yes, to be sure.. It was a grievous loss. That lovely soul was little known! THERESA. Oh, surely! MARIA LOUISA. [Turning to BOMBELLES.] I've just been writing; they're to keep his horse[To THERESA.] Since the dear General's deathTHERESA. The-General's? MARIA LOUISA. He'd kept that title. THERESA. Ah, I understand! MARIA LOUISA. I weep. THERESA. That title was his greatest glory. MARIA LOUISA. One cannot know at first all one has lost; And I lost all when General Neipperg died. THERESA. Neipperg? MARIA LOUISA. I came to Baden for distraction. It's nice. So near Vienna.-Ah, my dear, My nerves are troublesome; they say I'm thinnerAnd growing very like Madame de Berry. 'Twas Vitrolles said so. Now I do my hair [ I6] L'AIGLON Like her. Why did not Heaven take me too? This villa's small, of course; but 'tisn't bad; Metternich is our guest in passing. [She points to the door on the left.] There. He leaves to-night. The life at Baden's gay. We have the Sandors and the pianist Thalberg, And Montenegro sings to us in Spanish. Fontana howls an air from Figaro. The wife of the Ambassador of England And the Archduchess come; we go for drivesBut nothing soothes my grief!-Ah, could the General-! Of course you're coming to the ball to-night? THERESA. WhyMARIA LOUISA. At the Meyendorffs'. Strauss will be there. She must be present, mustn't she, Bombelles? THERESA. May I solicit of your Majesty News of the Duke of Reichstadt? MARIA LOUISA. In good health. He coughs a little; but the air of Baden Is good for him. He's quite a man. He's reached The critical hour of entrance in the world! Oh dear! when I consider he's already Lieutenant-Colonel! Think how grieved I am Never to have seen him in his uniform! [Enter the DOCTOR and his son, bringing a box. MARIA LOUISA. Ah! These must be for him! THE DOCTOR. Yes; the collections. [ 7] L' A I G L O N MARIA LOUISA. Please put them down. BOMBELLES. What are they? THE DOCTOR. Butterflies. THERESA. Butterflies? MARIA LOUISA. Yes; when I was visiting This amiable old man, the local doctor, I saw his boy arranging these collections. I sighed aloud, Alas! would but my son, Whom nothing moves, take interest in these! THE DOCTOR. So then I answered, Well, your Majesty, One never knows. Why not? We can but try; I'll bring my butterflies! THERESA. His butterflies! MARIA LOUISA. Could he but leave his solitary musings To occupy his mind withTHE DOCTOR. Lepidoptera. MARIA LOUISA. Leave them; come back; he's out at present. [To THERESA.] You Come, I'll present you to Scarampi. She's The Mistress of the Robes. [She sees METTERNICH, who enters L.] Ah, Metternich! Dear Prince, we leave you the saloon. [ 8] L'A I G LON METTERNICH. Indeed, I had to come here to receive the EnvoyMARIA LOUISA. I knowMETTERNICH. Of General Belliard, French Ambassador; And Councillor Gentz, and several Estafets. With your permission[To a lackey.] First, Baron von Gentz. MARIA LOUISA. The room is yours. [She goes out with THERESA. TIBURTIUS and BOMBELLES follow her. GENTZ enters.] METTERNICH. Good-morning, Gentz. You know The Emperor recalls me to Vienna? I'm going back to-day. GENTZ. Ah? METTERNICH. Yes; it's tiresomeThe town in summer! GENTZ. Empty as my pocket. METTERNICH. Oh, come now! No offence, you know, but-eh? Surely the Russian Government hasGENTZ. Me! METTERNICH. Be frank. Who's bought you? Eh? [l91 L' AIGLON GENTZ. [Munching sweetmeats.] The highest bidder. METTERNICH. Where does the money go? GENTZ. [Smelling at a scent-bottle he has taken out of his pocket.] In riotous living. METTERNICH. Good Heavens! And you're considered my right hand! GENTZ. Let not your left know what your right receives. METTERNICH. Sweetmeats and perfumes! Oh! GENTZ. Why, yes, of course. I've money; I love sweets and perfumes. Yes, I'm a depraved old baby. METTERNICH. Affectation! Mere pose of self-contempt. [Suddenly.] And Fanny? GENTZ. Elssler? Won't love me. I'm ridiculous From every point of view. She loves the Duke. I'm but a screen; but I'm content to suffer When I remember how it serves the state If he's amused. And so I play the fool, And dance attendance on the little dancer. She bade me bring her here this very night, Just to surprise the Duke. [ 20 L'A I G L O N METTERNICH. You scandalize me. GENTZ. His mother's going out. There's dancing. [He hands METTERNICH a letter which he has taken out of a pocket-book.] ReadFrom Fouche's son. METTERNICH. [Reading the letter.] August the twentieth, Eighteen hundred and thirtyGENTZ. He'd transformMETTERNICH. Good Viscount of Otranto! GENTZ. Our Duke of Reichstadt to Napoleon Two. METTERNICH. [Handing back the letter.] A list of partisans? GENTZ. Yes. METTERNICH. Make a note. GE NTZ. Do we refuse? METTERNICH. * Without destroying hope. Ah, but my little Colonel serves me well To keep these Frenchmen straight. When they forget Their Metternich, and lean too much to the left, I let him show his nose out of his box, and-crack!When they come right, I pop him in again I [ 21 ] L'AI G LON GENTZ. When can one see the springs work? METTERNICH. Now. [Enter the French ATTACHE. METTERNICH. The Envoy Of General Belliard. Welcome, sir. [Hands him papers.] The papers. We accept in principle King Louis Philip; But don't let's have too much of '99, Or we might crack a little egg-shell! THE ATTACH E. Sir, Are you alluding to Prince Francis Charles? METTERNICH. The Duke of Reichstadt? Oh, sir, as for me, I don't admit his father reigned. THE ATTACHE. [Generously. ] I do. METTERNICH. So I'll do nothing for the Duke. YetTHE ATTACHE. Yet? METTERNICH. Yet, should you give too loose a reign to freedom, Permit yourself the slightest propaganda, Let Monsieur Royer-Collard come too often And bare his bosom to your king; in short, If your new kingdom's too republican, We might-our temper's not angelicalWe might remember Francis is our grandson. [22] L'A I G L O N THE ATTACHE:. Our lilies never shall turn red. METTERNICH. And while They keep their whiteness bees shall not approach them. THE ATTACHE:. 'Tis feared in spite of you the Duke may hope. METTERNICH. No. THE ATTACH E. Things are happening. METTERNICH. But we filter them. THE ATTACHE. Doesn't he know that France has changed her king? METTERNICH. Yes; but the detail he does not yet know Is that his father's flag, the tricolor, Is re-established. 'Twill be time enoughTHE ATTACHE. He would be drunk with hope! METTERNICH. We'll keep him sober. THE ATTACH E. He's not so strictly guarded here at Baden. METTERNICH. Oh, here there's nought to fear. He's with his mother. THE ATTACH HE. Well, sir? METTERNICH. What spy could have such interest In watching him? For any plot would trouble Her lovely calm. [23] L' AIGL N THE ATTACH E. Is not that calmness feigned? She cannot have a thought but for her eaglet! MARIA LOUISA. [Entering hurriedly. My parrot! THE ATTACH E. [Starting.] Eh? MARIA LOUISA. [To METTERNICH.] Margharitina's flown! METTERNICH. Oh! MARIA LOUISA. My parrot, Margharitina! METTERNICH. [To the ATTACHE. ] There, sir! THE ATTACHEE. [To MARIA LOUISA.] May I not seek it, Highness? MARIA LOUISA. [Curtly.] No. [She goes out. THE ATTACH E. [To METTERNICH.] What's wrong? METTERNICH. We say, Your Majesty; you called her Highness. THE ATTACHE. But if we don't allow the Emperor reigned She cannot be addressed as Majesty Except as Parma's Duchess[24] L'AIGLON METTERNICH. That's her title. THE ATTACHE. Then that was why she looked such daggers at me! METTERNICH. Question of protocols and of precedence. THE ATTACHE. [Preparing to take his leave.] May the French Embassy from this day forward Display the tricolor cockade? METTERNICH. [With a sigh.] Of course, Since we're agreed[Seeing the ATTACHE silently throw away the white cockade which was on his hat and replace it with a tricolor which he takes out of his pocket.] Come, come! You lose no time! rNoise of harness-bells without.] METTERNICH. What is it now? GENTZ. [Who is on the terrace.] The guests of the Archduke. The Meyendorffs, Lord Cowley, ThalbergBOMBELLES. [Who has quickly come in R. at the sound of the bells, followed by TIBURTIUS.] Meet them! THE ARCHDUCHESS. [Appearing on the threshold surrounded by a crowd of lords and ladies in elegant summer costumes. (Light dresses and parasols; large [25] ( L'A I G LO N hats.) Two little boys and a little girl dressed in the latest fashion.] 'Tis but a villa; not a palace. [The room is crowded. She turns to a young man.] Quick! Thalberg, my Tarantelle! [THALBERG sits at the piano and plays.] [To METTERNICH.] Where is her Majesty, My lovely sister? A LADY. We looked in to fetch her. ANOTHER LADY. We're rushing through the valley on a coach. Sandor is driving. A MAN'S VOICE. We must thrust the lava Back in its crater! THE ARCHDUCHESS. Oh! do hold your tongues They will insist on talking of volcanoes. BOMBELLES. What's this volcano? A LADY. [To another.] Astrachan this winter. SANDOR. [To BOMBELLES.] Why, liberal opinions. BOMBELLES. Ah! [ 26] L'AI G LON LORD COWLEY. Or, rather, France! METTERNICH. [To the ATTACHE.] You hear him? A LADY. [To a young man. ] Montenegro, sing to me Under your breath, for me alone. MONTENEGRO. [Whom THALBERG accomZpanies, sings very softly.] Corazon[He continues, pianissimo.] ANOTHER LADY. [To GENTZ.] Ah, Gentz! [She dips into her reticule.] Some bon-bons, Gentz? [She gives him some.] GENTZ. You are an angel. ANOTHER LADY. [Similar business.] Perfume from Paris? [She takes out a little bottle of scent and gives it to him.] METTERNICH. [Hurriedly to GENTZ.] Tear the label off! "The Reichstadt scent "! GENT Z. [Smelling perfume.] It smells of violets. [27] L' AI G LON METTERNICH. [Snatches the bottle out of his hand and scrapes the label off with a pair of scissors he takes from the table.] If the Duke came he'd see that still at ParisA VOICE. [Among the group at the back of the stage.] The Hydra lifts its headA LADY. Our husbands talk Of Hydras! LORD COWLEY. And it must be stifled. A LADY. Yes; Volcanoes first, then hydras. A MAID OF HONOR OF MARIA LOUISA. [Followed by a servant bringing a tray with large glasses of iced coffee.] Eis-Kaffee? THE ARCHDUCHESS. [Seated; to a young lady.] Recite some verses, Olga. GENTZ. May we have Something of Heine's? SEVERAL VOICES. Yes! OLGA. [Rising.] The Grenadiers? [28] L'AIGLON METTERNICH. [Quickly.] Oh! No! SCARAMPI. [Coming out of MARIA LOUISA'S apartment.] Her Majesty is on her way! ALL. Scarampi! SANDOR. We'll drive out to Krainerhiitten, The ladies there can rest upon the green. METTERNICH. [To GENTZ.] What are you reading yonder? GENTZ. The "Debats." LORD COWLEY. The politics? GENTZ. The Theatres. THE ARCHDUCHESS. How futile! GENTZ. Guess what they're playing at the Vaudeville. METTERNICH. Well? GENTZ. "Bonaparte." METTERNICH. [With indifference.] Oh? GENTZ. The Nouveautes? [29] L'AIGLON METTERNI C H. Well? GENTZ. "Bonaparte." And the Varietes? "Napoleon." The Luxembourg announces " Fourteen years of his life." At the Gymnase They are reviving the " Return from Russia." What is the Gaiety to play this season? " Napoleon's Coachman " and " La Malmaison." An unknown author's done " Saint Helena." The Porte-Saint-Martin's going to produce "Napoleon." LORD COWLEY. It's the fashion. TIBURTIUS. It's the rage. GENTZ. The Ambigu " Murat; " the Cirque "The Emperor." SANDOR. A fashion. BOMBELLES. Yes, a fashion. GENTZ. Yes, a fashion Which will recur from time to time in France. A LADY. [Reading the paper over GENTZ'S shoulder through a long-handled eye-glass.] They want to bring his ashes home. M E T TE R N I C H. The Phoenix May rise again, but not the eagle. [ 30] L'AI G LON TIBURTIUS. What An unknown quantity is France! METTERNICH. Oh, no; I've gauged it. A LADY. Well, then, mighty prophet, speak! TH E ARCHDUCHESS. His words are graven in bronze. GENTZ. Or, maybe, zinc. LORD COWLEY. Who will be France's Saviour? METTERNICH. Henry the Fifth. The others-Fashion. THERESA. That's a useful name For calling glory by at times. METTERNICH. So long As all the shouting's only done in theatres, I think there's noCRIES. [Without.] Long live Napoleon! ALL. What?-Here, at Baden!-Here! METTERNICH. Ridiculous I Pray, have no fear! [31] L'AIGLON LORD COWLEY. We must not lose our heads Because a name is shouted. GENTZ. He is dead. TIBURTIUS. [On the terrace.] It's nothing. METTERNICH. Yes, but what? TIBURTIUS. An Austrian soldier. METTERNICH. Austrian? TIBURTIUS. Two of them. I saw them. METTERNICH. Vexing! MARIA LOUISA. [Entering hurriedly and pale with fear from her room.] Did you not hear the shout? Oh, horrible! It brought to mind-One day the people surged About my coach in Parma with that cry! It's done to vex me! METTERNICH. What could it have meant? TIBURTIUS. Two of the Duke of Reichstadt's regiment Caught sight of him as he was riding homeward. You know the deep ditch bordering the road? His Highness wished to leap it, but his horse Shied, swerved, and backed. The Duke sat firm, And brought him to it again, and-over! Then The men, to applaud him, shouted. And that's all. [32] L'A I G L O N METTERNICH. [To a lackey.] Fetch one of them at once! MARIA LOUISA. They seek my death! [An Austrian sergeant is brought in.] METTERNICH. A sergeant! Now, my man, speak up. What meant That shouting? THE SERGEANT. I don't know. METTERNICH. What! You don't know? THE SERGEANT. No; nor downstairs the corporal dou know either. He shouted with me. It was good to see The Prince so young and slender on his horse. And then we're proud of having for our Colonel The son ofMETTERNICH. That'll do. THE SERGEANT. He took the ditch So cool and calm! As pretty as a picture! So then a sort of lump came in our throats, Pride and affection-I don't know-we shouted "Long live-! METTERNICH. Enough, enough! It's just as easy To shout " Long live the Duke of Reichstadt," idiot! " THE SERGEANT. Well[33] L'AIGLON METTERNICH. What? THE SERGEANT. " Long live the Duke of Reichstadt" Isn't so easy as " Long live-" METTERNICH. Be off. Don't shout at all! TIBURTIUS. [To the SERGEANT as he passes him to go out.] You fool! MARIA LOUISA. [To the ladies who surround her.] I'm better, thank you. THERESA. The Empress! MARIA LOUISA. [To DIETRICHSTEIN, pointing to THERESA.] Baron Dietrichstein, this is My new companion-reader. [To THERESA, presenting DIETRICHSTEIN.] My son's tutor. And, by the way, I've never thought of askingDo you read well? TIBURTIUS. Oh, very! THERESA. I don't know. MARIA LOUISA. Take one of Franz's books from yonder table, Open it anywhere. [34] L'AIGLON THERESA. [Taking a book and reading the title.] "Andromache "[She reads.] " What is this fear, my lord, which strikes the heart? Has any Trojan hero slipped his chains? Their hate of Hector is not yet appeased: They dread his son! fit object of their dread! A hapless child, who is not yet aware His master's Pyrrhus and his father Hector." [General embarrassment.] IGENTZ. Charming voice. MARIA LOUISA. Select another passage. THERESA. "Alas the day, when, prompted by his valor, To seek Achilles and to meet his doom, He called his son and wrapped him to his heart: 'Dear wife,' quoth he, and brushed away a tear, ' I know not what the fates may have in store. I leave my son to thee-' " [General embarrassment.] H'm-yesMARIA LOUISA. Let's try Some other volume. TakeTHERESA. The "Meditations "? MARIA LOUISA. I know the author! 'Twill not be so dull. He dined with us. [To SCARAMPI.] The Diplomat, you know. [35] L'AIGLO N THERESA. [Reads.] " Never had hymns more strenuous and high From seraph lips rung through the listening sky: Courage! Oh, fallen child of godlike race-" THE DUKE. [Who has entered unnoticed.] Forgive the interruption, Lamartine! MARIA LOUISA. Well, Franz? A pleasant ride? THE DUKE. Delightful, mother. But, Mademoiselle, where did my entrance stop you? THERESA. [Looking at him with emotion.] " Courage! Oh, fallen child of godlike race, The glory of your birth is in your face! All men who look on you-" MARIA LOUISA. That's quite sufficient. THE ARCHDUCHESS. [To the children.] Go, bid good morrow to your cousin. [The children run up to the DUKE, who is seated, and surround him.] SCARAMPI. [To THERESA.] Fie! THERESA. Why, what? A LADY. [Looking at the DUKE.] How pale he is! [36] L'AIGLON ANOTHER LADY. He looks half dead! SCARAMPI. [To THERESA.] You chose such awkward passages. THERESA. The book Fell open by itself. I did not choose. GENTZ. [Who has overheard.] Books always open where most often read. THERESA. [Looking at the DUKE.] Archdukes upon his knees! THE ARCHDUCHESS. [Leaning over the back of the DUKE'S chair.] I am delighted To see you, Franz. I am your friend. [She holds out her hand to him.] THE DUKE. [Kissing her hand.] I know it. GENTZ. [To THERESA.] What do you think of him? I say he's like A cherub who had secretly read "Werther." THE LITTLE GIRL. [To the DUKE.] How nice your collar is! THE DUKE. Your Highness flatters. THERESA. His collars! [37] L ' A I G L O N THE LITTLE BOY. No one has such sticks! THE DUKE. No. No one. THERESA. His sticks! THE OTHER LITTLE BOY. Oh! and your gloves! THE DUKE. Superb, my dear. THE LITTLE GIRL. What is your waistcoat made of? THE DUKE. That's cashmere. THERESA. Oh! THE ARCHDUCHESS. And you wear your nosegay-? THE DUKE. Latest fashion: In the third buttonhole. So glad you noticed. [At this moment THERESA bursts into sobs.] THE LADIES. Eh? What's the matter? THERESA. Nothing. I don't know. Forgive me. I'm alone here-far from friends. Oh, it was silly!-suddenlyMARIA LOUISA. Poor dear! THERESA. I held my heart in[38] L'A I G L O N MARIA LOUISA. Tears will do you good. THE DUKE. What's this I trod on? Why, a white cockade! METTERNICH. H'm! THE DUKE. [To the ATTACHEI.] Yours, no doubt, sir. Favor me: your hat. [The ATTACHE gives him his hat unwillingly. The DUKE sees the tricolor cockade.] Ah! [To METTERNICH.] I was not aware-but then-the flag? METTERNICH. HighnessTHE DUKE. Is that changed, too? METTERNICH. A trivial detail. THE DUKE. Nothing. M ETT ER NI CH. Question of colorTHE DUKE. Of a shade. See for yourself, Looked at in certain lights, I really think this is the more effective. [He moves a few steps.] [His mother takes him by the arm and leads him to the butterfly-cases, which the DOCTOR, who has come back, has spread out.] THE DUKE. Butterflies? [39] L'A I G LO N MARIA LOUISA. You admire the black one? THE DUKE. Charming. THE DOCTOR. The plants it loves are umbelliferous. THE DUKE. It seems to see me with its wings. THE DOCTOR. Those eyes? We call them lunulae. THE DUKE. Indeed? I'm glad. THE DOCTOR. Are you examining the spotted grey? THE DUKE. No, sir. THE DOCTOR. What then, my lord? THE DUKE. The pin that killed it. THE DOCTOR. [To MARIA LOUISA.] No use. MARIA LOUISA. [To SCARAMPI.] We'll wait. I count on the effectSCARAMPI. Ah, yes!-Of our surprise. GENTZ. [Who has approached the DUKE.] A sweetmeat? [40] L' AIGLON THE DUKE. [Taking one and tasting it.] Perfect. A flavor of verbena and of pear, And something else-wait-yesGENTZ. It's not worth whileTHE DUKE. What's not worth while? GENTZ. To feign an interest. I'm not so blind as Metternich. [He offers him another sweetmeat.] A chocolate? THE DUKE. What do you see? GENTZ. I see a youth who suffers, Rather than live a favored prince's life. Your soul is still alive, but here at court They'll lull it fast asleep with love and music. I had a soul once, like the rest of the world; But-! And I wither, decently obsceneTill some day, in the cause of liberty, One of those rash young fools of the University Amid my sweetmeats, perfumes, and dishonor Slays me as Kotzebue was slain by Sand. Yes, I'm afraid-do try a sugared raisinThat I shall perish at his hand. THE DUKE. You will. GENTZ. What?-How? [4i] L'AI G LON THE DUKE. A youth will slay you. GENTZ. ButTHE DUKE. A youth of your acquaintance. GENTZ. Sir-? THE DUKE. His name Is Frederick. 'Tis the youth you were yourself. For now he's risen again in you; and since He whispers in your ear like dull remorse, All's over with you: he will show no mercy. GENTZ. 'Tis true, my youth cuts like a knife within me. Ah, well I knew that gaze had not deceived me! 'Tis that of one who ponders upon Empire. THE DUKE. I do not understand, sir, what you mean. [He moves away.] METTERNICH. [To GENTZ.] You've had a chat with-? GENTZ. Yes. METTERNICH. Delightful? GENTZ. Very. METTERNICHI. He's in the hollow of my hand. [42 ] L'A I G L O N GENTZ. Entirely. THE DUKE. [Stopping before THERESA.] Why did you weep? THERESA. Because, my LordTHE DUKE. Ah, no! I know. But do not weep. METTERNICH. [Bowing to the DUKE.] I take my leave. [He goes out with the ATTACHE.] THE DUKE. [To MARIA LOUISA and DIETRICHSTEIN, who are turning over some papers on his table.] Examining my work? DIETRICHSTEIN. It's excellent. But why on purpose make mistakes in German? Pure mischief! MARIA LOUISA. Oh! and at your age, mischief! TH E DUKE. How can I help it? I am not an eagle. DIETRICHSTEIN. You still make France a noun of feminine gender. THE DUKE. I never know what's der or die or das. DIETRICHSTEIN. In this case neuter is correct. [43] L'AIGLON THE DUKE. But mean. I don't much care about a neuter France. MARIA LOUISA. [To THALBERG, who is playing softly on the piano.] My son detests all music. THE DUKE. I detest it. LORD COWLEY. [Coming toward the DUKE.] HighnessDIETRICHSTEIN. [Aside to the DUKE.] A pleasant word. THE DUKE. Eh? DIETRICHSTEIN. The English Ambassador. LORD COWLEY. Where had you been just now When you came galloping and out of breath? THE DUKE. I? To Saint Helena. LORD COWLEY. I beg your pardon? THE DUKE. A wholesome, leafy nook. So gay!-At evening Delightful. I should like to see you there. GENTZ. [Hastily to the AMBASSADOR, while the DUKE moves away.] They call the village in the Helenenthal Saint Helena. A fashionable stroll. [44] L' A I'G L O N LORD COWLEY. Ah, really? I was almost wondering Whether he meant it as a hit? [He turns away.] GENTZ. [Lifting his hands in amazement at LORD COWLEY'S dulness.] These English! VOICES. We're off! THE ARCHDUCHESS. [To MARIA LOUISA.] Louisa? MARIA LOUISA. No, I stay at home. VOICES. The carriages. THE ARCHDUCHESS. [To the DUKE.] And you, Franz? MARIA LOUISA. He hates nature. He even gallops through Saint Helena. THE DUKE. Yes! I gallop! [General leave-taking and gradual departure. MARIA LOUISA. So devoid of fancy! MONTENEGRO. [Going.] I know a place for supper where the ciderCRIES. [Without.] Good-bye! Good-bye! [45] L' AIGLON GENTZ. [On the terrace.] Don't talk about the hydra! THERESA. [To TIBURTIUS.] Brother, good-bye! TIBURTIUS. Good-by. [He goes out with BOMBELLES.] MARIA LOUISA. [To the Maids of Honor, indicating THERESA.] Show her her rooms. [THERESA goes out accompanied by the Maids of Honor. MARIA LOUISA calls the Duke, who was going toward the garden.] MARIA LOUISA. Franz! [He turns.] Now I'm going to amuse you. THE DUKE. Really? [SCARAMPI carefully closes all the doors.] MARIA LOUISA. Hush!-I've conspired! THE DUKE. Mother! You!-Conspired! MARIA LOUISA. Hush! They've forbidden whatever comes from FranceBut I have ordered secretly from Paris, From the best houses-Oh! my fop shall smile![46] L 'AIGLON For you, a tailor, [Pointing to SCARAMPI.] and for us, a fitter. I really think the notionTHE DUKE. Exquisite! SCARAMPI. [Opening the door of MARIA LOUISA^' apartment.] Come in! [Enter a young lady, dressed with the elegance of a milliner's dummy, and carrying two great card-board dress-boxes, and a young man dressed like a fashion plate, who also carries two big boxes.] THE TAILOR. [Coming down to the DUKE, while the young lady unpacks the dresses on a sofa at the back.] If you will favor me, my LordI've here some charming novelties. My clients Are good enough to trust my taste: I guide them. The neck-cloths first. A languid violet; A serious brown. Bandannas are much worn. I note with pleasure that your Highness knows The delicate art of building up a stock. Here's a check pattern makes an elegant knot. How does this waistcoat strike your Lordship's fancy, Down which meander wreaths of blossoms? THE DUKE. Hideous! THE TAILOR. Will these, I wonder, leave your Highness cold? Here's doeskin. Here a genuine Scottish tweed. Bottle-green riding-coat with narrow cuffs; Extremely gentlemanly. Here's a waistcoat: [47 L' AI G LON Six-buttoned. Three left open. Very tasty. Now, what about this blue frock-coat? We've rubbed The newness off artistically. Worn With salt and pepper trousers, what a picture! We'll throw aside this heavy yellow stuffCan Hamlet wear the clumsy clouts of Falstaff?We'll pass to mantles, Prince. A splendid plaid, Demi-collar with simili-sleeves behind. Eccentric? Granted.-This, called the Rouliere: Sober, a large, Hidalgo-like effect; The very thing to woo a Doia Sol in. Excellent workmanship; a silver chain; the collar Of finest sable; made in our own workshops; Simple, but what a cut! The cut is everything. MARIA LOUISA. The Duke is weary of your chatter. THE DUKE. No. He sets me dreaming. I'm not used to it. For when my tailor from Vienna comes I never hear these bright, descriptive words; And so this wealth of curious adjectives And all that seems to you mere vulgar chatter, Has moved me-stirred me. Let him be, dear mother. MARIA LOUISA. [Going to the fitter.] We'll look at ours. Shoulder of mutton sleeves? THE FITTER. Always. THE TAILOR. [Displaying a pattern.] This cloth is called Marengo. THE DUKE. What? Marengo? [48] L'AI G LON THE TAILOR. Yes; it wears uncommon well. THE DUKE. So I should think. Marengo lasts forever. THE TAILOR. Your Highness orders-? THE DUKE. I have need of nothing. THE TAILOR. One always needs a perfect-fitting coat. THE DUKE. I might inventTHE TAILOR. To suit your personal taste? O client, soar to fancy's wildest heights! Speak! We will follow! That's our special line; Why, we are Monsieur Theophile Gautier's tailors. THE DUKE. Let's seeTHE FITTER. A Panama with muslin trimmingsThat's not the sort of hat for everybody. THE DUKE. Could you makeTHE TAILOR. Anything. TH E DUKE. ATHE TAILOR. What you choose! THE DUKE. A coat? [49] L'AIGLON THE TAILOR. Assuredly. THE DUKE. Of broadcloth. Yes But now the texture? Simple? THE TAILOR. Certainly. THE DUKE. And then the color. What do you say to green? THE TAILOR. Green's capital. THE DUKE. A little coat of green. With glimpses of the waistcoat? THE TAILOR. Coat wide open I THE DUKE. Then, to give color when the wearer moves, The skirts are lined with scarlet. THE TAILOR. Scarlet! Oh, ravishing. THE DUKE. Well, but about the waistcoat. How do you see the waistcoat? THE TAILOR. Shall we say-? THE DUKE. The waistcoat's white. THE TAILOR. What taste I [5 ] L'A I G L O N THE DUKE. And then I think Knee breeches. THE TAILOR. Ah! THE DUKE. Yes. THE TAILOR. Any color? THE DUKE. No. I rather think I see them white cashmere. THE TAILOR. Well, after all, white is the more becoming. THE DUKE. The buttons are engraved. THE TAILOR. That's not good style. THE DUKE. Yes; something-nothing-merely little eagles. THE TAILOR. Eagles! THE DUKE. Well? What are you afraid of, sir? And wherefore does your hand shake, master tailor? What is there strange about the suit of clothes? Do you no longer boast your skill to make it? THE FITTER. Coalscuttle bonnet neatly trimmed with poppies. THE DUKE. Take home your latest fashions and your patterns; That little suit's the only one I want. [ 5 ] L'AI G LON THE TAILOR. But ITHE DUKE. 'Tis well. Begone, and be discreet. THE TAILOR. YetTHE DUKE. 'Twould not fit me. THE TAILOR. It would fit you. THE DUKE. What! THE TAILOR. It would fit you well. THE DUKE. You're very bold, sir! THE TAILOR. And I'm empowered to take your order for it. THE DUKE. Ah! THE TAILOR. Yes! THE FITTER. A flowing cloak of China crape; Embroidered lining with enormous sleeves. THE DUKE. Indeed? THE TAILOR. Yes, Highness. THE DUKE. A conspirator? Now I no longer wonder you cite Shakespeare! [52] L' AI G LON THE TAILOR. The little coat of green holds in its thrall Deputies, schools, a Peer, and a Field Marshal. THE FITTER. Spencer of figured muslin. Satin skirt. THE TAILOR. We can arrange your flight. THE DUKE. Should I agree I must beforehand-ay, and there's the rubConsult my friend Prince Metternich. THE TAILOR. You'll trust us When you are told our leader is your cousin The Countess Camerata. THE DUKE. Ah, I know! The daughter of Elisa Baciocchi. THE TAILOR. The strange, unarmored amazon, who bears Her father's likeness proudly in her face, Seeks dangers, rides unbroken horses, fencesTHE FITTER. A little sleeveless gown of lightest muslin. THE TAILOR. And when you know it's this PenthesileaTHE FITTER. The collar's only pinned, the shoulders bastedTHE TAILOR. Who heads the plot I spoke ofTHE DUKE. Give me proof! [53] L' AIGLON THE TAILOR. Turn round, your Highness; glance at the young person Who on her knees unpacks the clothes. THE DUKE. 'Tis she! Not long ago I met her in Vienna, Wrapped in a cloak. She swiftly kissed my hand And fled, exclaiming, Haven't I the right To greet the Emperor's son who is my master? She is a Bonaparte! We are alike!Ay, but her hair is dark; not fair like mine. MARIA LOUISA. We'll try them on in there. Come, follow me. Only Parisians, Franz, know how to fit us. THE DUKE. Yes, mother. MARIA LOUISA. Don't you love Parisian taste? THE DUKE. It's very true they dress you well in Paris. [MARIA LOUISA, SCARAMPI, and the FITTER go into MARIA LOUISA'S apartment with the things they are to try on.] THE DUKE. Now! Who are you, sir? THE TAILOR. I? A nameless atom. Weary of life in mean and paltry times, Of smoking pipes and dreaming of ideals. Who am I? How do I know? That's my trouble. Am I at all?-It's very hard to " be." I study Victor Hugo; spout his odes[54] L' AIGLON I tell you this, because this sort of thing Is all contemporary youth. I spend Extravagant fortunes in acquiring boredom. I am an artist, Highness, and Young France. Also I'm carbonaro at your service. And as I'm always bored I wear red waistcoats, And that amuses me. At tying neck-cloths I once was very good indeed. That's why They sent me here to-day to play the tailor. I'll add, to make the picture quite complete, That I'm a liberal and a king-devourer. My life and dagger are at your command. THE DUKE. I like you, sir, although your talk is crazy. THE YOUNG MAN. You must not judge me by my whirling words; The itch of notoriety consumes me, But the disease beneath is very real, And makes me seek forgetfulness in danger. THE DUKE. Disease? THE YOUNG MAN. A shuddering disgust. THE DUKE. Your soul Heavy with foiled ambitions? THE YOUNG MAN. Dull disquietTHE DUKE. Morbid enjoyment of our sufferings, And pride in showing off our pallid brows? THE YOUNG MAN. My Lord! [55] L 'A IGL O N THE DUKE. Contempt for those who live content? THE YOUNG MAN. My Lord! THE DUKE. And doubt? THE YOUNG MAN. In what mysterious volume Has one so young learnt all the human heart? For that is what I feel. THE DUKE. Give me your hand! For, as a sapling, friend, which is transplanted, Feels all the forest in its ignorant veins, And suffers when its distant mates are hurt, So I, who knew you not, here, all alone, Felt the distemper stirring in my blood Which at this moment blights the youth of France. THE YOUNG MAN. Rather I think our malady is yours, For whence upon you falls this giant robe? Child, whom beforehand they have robbed of glory, Pale Prince, so pale against your sable suit, Why are you pale, my Prince? THE DUKE. I am his son. THE YOUNG MAN. Well! Feeble, feverish, dreaming of the past, Like you rebellious, what is left to do?We're all, to some extent, your father's sons. THE DUKE. You are his soldiers' sons: that's just as glorious. And 'tis no less redoubtable a burden; But it emboldens me, for I can say [ 56] L 'AIGLON They're but the sons of heroes of the empire: They'll be content to take the Emperor's son! ' THE COUNTESS CAMERATA. [Coming out of MARIA LOUISA'S apartments.] The scarf!-Oh, hush! I'm doing such a trade! THE DUKE. Thank you! THE COUNTESS. I only wish 'twere selling swords! That silly baby-talk will be my death. THE DUKE. Warlike, I know. A VOICE. [Within.] The scarf! THE COUNTESS. I'm looking for it! THE DUKE. It seems this little hand can tameTHE COUNTESS. I love A fiery horse. THE DUKE. You're mistress of the foils? THE COUNTESS. And of the sword! THE DUKE. Ready for anything? THE COUNTESS. [Speaking toward the room.] Indeed, I'm looking for it everywhere. [To the DUKE.] Ready for anything for your Imperial Highness. [57] L'A I G LON THE DUKE. You're lion-hearted, Cousin! THE COUNTESS. And my name Is glorious. THE DUKE. Which name? THE COUNTESS. Napoleone! SCARAMPI'S VOICE. [Within.] Well? Can't you find it? THE/COUNTESS. No. A VoICE. Look on the piano. THE COUNTESS. I must be off. Discuss our great design. [With a cry, as if she had found what she was looking for.] Ah! here it is! THE VOICE. You've found it? THE COUNTESS. On the harp. You understand, it's gathered up in folds[She goes into MARIA LOUISA's room.] THE YOUNG MAN. Well? You accept? THE DUKE. I don't quite understand Zealous Imperialism from a liberal[58] L'A I G L O N THE YOUNG MAN. True: a republicanTHE DUKE. You come to me Rather a long way roundTHE YOUNG MAN. All roads to-day Lead to the King of Rome. My scarlet badge I thought unfadingTHE DUKE. Faded in the sun? THE YOUNG MAN. Of Austerlitz! Yes! History makes us drunk. The battles which no more are fought, are told. The blood is vanished, but the glory gleams, So that to-day there is no he but HE! He never won such victories as now: His soldiers perished, but his poets live. THE DUKE. In shortTHE YOUNG MAN. In short the huckstering times; the god They exiled; you, your touching fate, our weariness, And everything-I saidTHE DUKE. You said as artist 'Twould be effective to be Bonapartist! THE YOUNG MAN. So you accept? THE DUKE. No. THE YOUNG MAN. What? [ 59] L'A I G LON THE DUKE. I listened well, And you were charming as you spoke, but nothing, No quiver of your voice, told me of France; You voiced a craze, a form of literature. THE YOUNG MAN. I've carried out my mission clumsily; Could but the Countess yonder speak! THE DUKE. No use. I love the bravery glowing in her eyes, But that's not France: that is my Family! When next you seek me, later, by and by, Let the call come through some untutored voice, Wherein rough accents of the people throb; Your Byronism is much too like myself. You could not have persuaded me to-nightI feel myself unready for the crown. THE COUNTESS. [Coming out of MARIA LOUISA'S apartment. Unready? You? [She turns toward the room.] Don't trouble; I'm just going. And for the ball the white one, not the mauve. [Coming hastily toward the DUKE.] Unready? What do you want? THE DUKE. A year of dreams, Of study. THE COUNTESS. Come and reign. THE DUKE. My brain's not ripe. [60] L'A fG LON THE COUNTESS. The crown's enough to ripen any brain. THE DUKE. The crown of light, shed by the midnight lamp. THE YOUNG MAN. It's such a chance! THE DUKE. I beg your pardon? "Chance "? Is this the tailor reappearing? T1HE. COUNTESS.. YetTHE DUKE. I will be honest in default'of genius. I only ask three hundred wakeful nights. THE YOUNG MAN. But this refusal will confirm the rumors. THE COUNTESS. They say you've never really been of us. THE YOUNG MAN. You are Young France: you're called Old Austria. THE COUNTESS. They say your mind is being weakened. THE YOUNG MAN. Yes! They say you're cheated, even in your studies. THE COUNTESS. They say you do not know your father's history. THE DUKE. Do they say that? THE YOUNG MAN. What shall we answer them? [6 ] L'A I G LON THE DUKE. Answer them thus[Enter DIETRICHSTEIN.] Dear Count! DIETRICHSTEIN. 'Tis Obenaus. THE DUKE. Ah! for my history lesson! Let him come. [DIETRICHSTEIN goes out. The DUKE points to the clothes scattered about.] Spend as much time as possible in packing, And try to get forgotten in your corner. [Seeing DIETRICHSTEIN come in with BARON VON OBENAUS. ] Good-day, dear Baron. [Carelessly to the YOUNG MAN and the COUNTESS, pointing to the screen.] Finish over there. [To OBENAUS.] My tailor. OBENAUS. Ah? THE DUKE. My mother's fitter. OBENAUS. Yes? THE DUKE. Will they disturb you? OBENAUS. [Who has seated himself behind the table with DIETRICHSTEIN.] Not at all, my Lord. [62 ] L'A I G L O N THE DUKE. [Who sits facing them, sharpening a pencil.] I'm all attention. Let me sharpen this To note a date, or jot down an idea. O B E N AUS. We'll take our work up where we last left off. Eighteen hundred and five, I think? THE DUKE. [Busy with his pencil.] Exactly. OBENAUS. In eighteen hundred and sixTHE DUKE. Did no event Make that year memorable? OBENAUS. Which, my Lord? THE DUKE. [Blowing the dust off the pencil.] Why, eighteen hundred and five. OBENAUS. I beg your pardon. I thought you meant-h'm-Destiny Was cruel to the righteous cause. We'll cast Only a fleeting glance at hapless hours. When the philosopher with pensive gazeTHE DUKE. And so in eighteen five, sir, nothing happened? OBENAUS. A great event, my Lord! I had forgotten. The restoration of the Calendar. A little later, having challenged England, Spain[63] L'AIGLON THE DUKE. [Demurely.] And the Emperor? OBENAUS. Which Emp-? THE DUKE. My father. OBENAUS. He-heTHE DUKE. Had he not left Boulogne? OBENAUS. Oh, yes. THE DUKE. Where was he, then? OBENAUS. Well, as it happened, here. THE DUKE. [With mock amazemcnt.] Indeed? DIETRICHSTEI N [Hastily.] He took great interest in Bavaria! OBENAUS. Your father's wishes in the Pressburg Treaty, As far as that went, chimed with those of Austria. THE DUKE. What was the Pressburg Treaty? OBENAUS. The agreement Which closed an era. THE DUKE. There! I've smashed my point! [64] L'A I G LON OBENAUS. In eighteen hundred and sevenTHE DUKE. So soon? How quick! Strange epoch! Nothing happened in it! OBENAUS. Yes. For instance, take the House of the Braganzas: The KingTHE DUKE. The Emperor, sir? OBENAUS. Which Emp-? THE DUKE. Of France. O B E N A US. Nothing of any consequence till eighteen-eight. Yet let us note the Treaty of Tilsit. THE DUKE. Was nothing done but making treaties? O B E N A U S. EuropeTHE DUKE. I see. A general survey? O B E N AUS. I'll come to details When we'veTHE DUKE. Did nothing happen? OBENAUS. WellTHE DUKE. Well, what? [65] L'AI G LON OBENAUS. ITHE DUKE. What? What happened? Won't you tell me? OBENAUS. WellI hardly know-you're in a merry humorTHE DUKE. You hardly know? Then, gentlemen, I'll tell you! The sixth October, eighteen-fiveOBENAUS and DIETRICHSTEIN. [Leaping to their feet.] Eh? What? THE DUKE. When he was least expected, when Vienna, Watching the Eagle hover ere he swooped, Sighed with relief, The blow is aimed at London! Having left Strassburg, crossed the Rhine at Kehl, The EmperorOBEN A US. Emperor! THE DUKE. Yes! and you know which! Marches through Wiirtemberg, marches through BadenDIETRICHSTEIN. Great Heavens! THE DUKE. Gives Austria a morning song, With drums by Soult, and trumpets by Murat! At Wertingen and Augsburg leaves his Marshals With here and there a victory to play withOBE N AUS. My Lord! [66] L'A I G LON THE DUKE. Pursues with wonderful manoeuvres, Arrives at Ulm before he's changed his boots, Bids Ney take Elchingen, sits down and writes A joyous, terrible, and calm despatch, Prepares the assault:-the seventeenth October Sees seven thousand Austrians disarmed, And eighteen generals at the hero's feet; And then he starts again! DIETRICHSTEIN. My Lord! THE DUKE. November Finds him at Sch6nbrunn, sleeping in my bedroom. OBENAUS. But-! THE DUKE. He pursues! his foes are in his hand! One night he says " To-morrow! " and to-morrow Says, galloping along the bannered frontA spot of grey among his brilliant staff" Soldiers, we'll finish with a thunderbolt! " The army is an ocean. He awaits The rising sun, and places with a smile This risen sun athwart his history! OBENAUS. Oh, Dietrichstein! THE DUKE. So there! DIETRICHSTEIN. Oh, Obenaus! THE DUKE. Terror and death! Two Emperors beaten by one! -And twenty thousand prisoners! [67] L'AI G L O N OBENAUS. I beseech you! People might hear! THE DUKE. When the campaign was overThe corpses floating on the freezing lakeMy Grandsire seeks my Father in his camp! OBENAUS. My Lord! THE DUKE. His camp! OBENAUS. Will nothing keep you quiet? THE DUKE. And so my Father grants my Grandsire peace! DIETRICHSTEIN. If any heard you! THE DUKE. And the conquered banners Distributed! Eight to the town of Paris[The COUNTESS and the YOUNG MAN have gradually come out, pale and excited, from behind the screen. They listen to the DUKE with increasing emotion, and suddenly the boxes they are carrying slip from their hands.] OBENAUS. [Turning and seeing them.] Oh! THE DUKE. The Senate fifty! OBENAUS. Look! The man and woman! [68 ] L'AI G LON DIETRICHSTEIN. Be off with you! THE DUKE. Fifty to Notre Dame! OBENAUS. Oh, Lord! Oh, Lord! THE DUKE. And banners! DIETRICHSTEIN. Take your things! [He pushes them out.] Be off! Be off! THE DUKE. And banners! And still banners! [THE COUNTESS and THE YOUNG MAN go.] DIETRICHSTEIN. They heard it all! THE DUKE. And banners! DIETRICHSTEIN. What a business! My Lord! THE DUKE. I'm dumb! DIETRICHSTEIN. A little late, my Lord! What will Prince Metternich-? These people here! THE DUKE. Moreover, that's as far as I have got. My dear professor[He coughs.] [69] L'A I GLON DIETRICHSTEIN. Oh, you're coughing! Water! THE DUKE. I've made good progress with my history? DIETRICHSTEIN. And yet no books come near you! That I'm sure of! O B E N AUS. When Metternich discoversTHE DUKE. You won't tell him! The blame would fall on you. DIETRICHSTEIN. We'd best keep still, And ask his mother to expostulate. [He knocks at MARIA LOUISA'S door.] The Duchess-? SCARAMPI. [Appearing. ] She is ready. You may come. [DIETRICHSTEIN goes in.] THE DUKE. [Mockingly, to OBENAUS.] Your course, Ad usum, sir, Delphini, sir, Is finished, sir! OBENAUS. I can't think how you learnt-! [MARIA LOUISA comes in in great agitation, in a superb ball-dress, and with her cloak on. OBENAUS and DIETRICHSTEIN go out quietly.] MARIA LOUISA. Oh Heavens! what is't again? What must I hear? Perhaps you will explain[ 70o L'A I G L O N THE DUKE. [Showing her the open window.] My mother, look, The day is hushed, but for belated birds. Oh, with what tenderness the gloaming fades! The treesMARIA LOUISA. What, you! Can you feel nature's beauty? THE DUKE. Perhaps. MARIA LOUISA. Perhaps you will explainTHE DUKE. Oh, mother, Inhale the perfume. All the forest floats Into the chamber on its breath! MARIA LOUISA. Explain! THE DUKE. With every gust a branch is wafted in! A fairer miracle than that which scared Macbeth; the forest is not walking only, Not like a mad thing walking; lo! on wings The scented evening sets the forest flying! MARIA LOUISA. What! You can be poetical! THE DUKE. At times. [Distant music is heard.] Listen! A waltz. An ordinary waltz; Yet distance gives it dignity. Who knows? Journeying through the woods the master haunted, Under the cyclamen, among the bracken, It may have chanced upon Beethoven's soul! [71] L' AIGLON MARIA LOUISA. What! Musical as well! THE DUKE. Yes; when I choose. I do not choose! I hate the mystery Of sounds! And in a lovely sunset, feel With dread some fair thing growing soft within me! MARIA LOUISA. That fair thing in your heart, my son, is I! THE DUKE. You said it. MARIA LOUISA. Do you hate it? THE DUKE. I love you. MARIA LOUISA. Then think a little ere you do me harm. My father and Prince Metternich are so good! When the decree, for instance, made you Count, I said, Not Count; Duke at the least; for Duke Is something. And you're Duke of Reichstadt. THE DUKE. Lord of Gross-Bohen, Buchtiehrad, Tirnowan, Schwaden, Kron-PorsitschanMARIA LOUISA. And then, the tact! Your father's name was never mentioned once! THE DUKE. Why not have called me " Son of unknown Father "? MARIA LOUISA.. With your estates and revenues you can be The pleasantest and richest Prince of Austria. 72] L'A I G L O N THE DUKE. The richest Prince? MARIA LOUISA. And pleasantestTHE DUKE. Of-Austria! MARIA LOUISA. Enjoy your happiness. THE DUKE. I drain its lees. MARIA LOUISA. First in precedence after the Archdukes, Some day you'll marry with a fair Princess, Or an Archduchess, or perhaps aTHE DUKE. Ever I see what once my childish eyes caught sight of: His little throne, whose back was like a drum, And, made of gold, more splendid since Saint Helena. Upon that back the simple little N, The letter which cries No to time! MARIA LOUISA. ButTHE DUKE. Yes! The N with which he branded Kings! MARIA LOUISA. The Kings Whose blood runs through your mother's veins and yours! THE DUKE. I do not need their blood! What use to me? [73] L' AIGLON MARIA LOUISA. A glorious heritage! THE DUKE. Oh, paltry! MARIA LOUISA. What! Not proud to bear the blood of Charles the Fifth? THE DUKE. No! for it courses in the veins of others! But when I tell myself I bear in mine A Corsican Lieutenant's blood, I weep -To see the thin blue trickle at my wrist. MARIA LOUISA. Franz! THE DUKE. And the old blood can but harm the new. If I bear blood of Kings, let me be bled. MARIA LOUISA. Silence! THE DUKE. What am I saying, after all? If ever I had yours long since I've lost it. His blood and yours have fought in me, and yours Was put to flight, as usual, by the other. MARIA LOUISA. Peace, Duke of Reichstadt! THE DUKE. Metternich, the fool, Thought to scrawl " Duke of Reichstadt " o'er my name, But hold the paper up before the sun: You'll see " Napoleon" in the watermark! MARIA LOUISA. My son! [74] L'A IG LO N THE DUKE. You called me Duke of Reichstadt? No! But would you have my veritable name? 'Tis what the people call me in the Prater As they make way: The Little Bonaparte! I am his son! and no one's son but his! MARIA LOUISA. You hurt me. THE DUKE. Ah, forgive me, mother, mother. Go to the ball, forget my frenzied words. You need not even trouble to repeat them To Metternich, my mother. MARIA LOUISA. Do you think so? THE DUKE. Softly the waltz floats through the evening air; No, tell him nothing; that will save you trouble. Forget it all: you, who forget so quickly! MARIA LOUISA. YetTHE DUKE. Think of Parma, of the Sala palace, And of your happy life. Is this a brow To bear the shadow of an eagle's wing? Ah! but I love you more than you can think! And take no heed of aught-not even-O gods!Of being faithful: I'll be that for both. Come, let me thrust you gently toward the ball; Good-night. The mosses must not wet your feet. Your headdress is perfection. MARIA LOUISA. Do you think so? [7 ] L'A I G L O N THE DUKE. The carriage waits. It's fine. The night is clear. Good-night, Mamma; enjoy yourself. [MARIA LOUISA goes out. THE DUKE sinks in a chatr before his table.] Alas, Poor mother! [His manner changes, and he draws books and papers toward him.] Now! to work! [The wheels of a departing carriage are heard. The door at the back opens gently and GENTZ is seen introducing a woman wrapped in a cloak.] GENTZ. She's gone [He calls the PRINCE.] Prince! THE DUKE. [Turning and seeing him.] Fanny? FANNY ELSSLER. Franz! GENTZ. [Aside.] Farewell to dreams of Empire! FANNY. [In the DUKE'S arms.] Franz! GENTZ. [Going out.] Capital! [76] L'A I G LON FANNY. [Lovingly. ] My Franz! [The door closes on GENTZ. FANNY quickly leaves the DUKE and speaks respectfully after making a profound curtsey.] My Lord! THE DUKE. [After looking round to assure himself GENTZ is gone.] To work! FANNY. [Swinging herself on to the table.] I've learnt whole chapters for to-day! THE DUKE. Go on. FANNY. So, then, while Marshal Ney marched through the night, The Generals GazanTHE DUKE. [Learning the names by heart.] GazanFANNY. SuchetTHE DUKE. SuchetA N NY. Kept up a lively cannonade; And at the earliest dawn the Imperial GuardCURTAIN. 41i qp ob 4*0 Q; 0 [ 78]1 THE SECOND ACT The DUKE'S cabinet at Schinbrunn. It is the famous Lacquered Chamber. At the back is a window opening on a balcony. In the distance, at the end of a beautiful avenue, the "Gloriette," a Corinthian Portico. There are tzvo doors on the left, and two on the right. Between these doors stand two large Louis XV. consoles. There is a large writing-table and other furniture in the styles of Louis XIV. and Louis XV. In the right-hand corner in front stands a large swinging mirror, with its back to the audience. At the rise of the curtain SEDLNIZKY (the Prefect of the Police), the USHER, and a number of LACKEYS are discovered. SEDLNIZKY. THAT'S all? FIRST LACKEY. That's all. SEDLNIZKY. Nothing abnormal? SECOND LACKEY. Nothing. THIRD LACKEY. Eats little. FOURTH LACKEY. Reads a lot. [79] L'A I G LO N FIFTH LACKEY. Sleeps very badly. SEDLNIZKY. [To the USHER.] And can you trust his personal attendants? THE USHER. Why, they are all professional policemen, As you, the Prefect of Police, must know. SEDLNIZKY. Thank you. I fear the Duke may find me here. FIRST LACKEY. No, sir; he's out. SECOND LACKEY. As usual at this hour. THIRD LACKEY. In uniform. FOURTH LACKEY. And with his Aides-de-Camp. THE USHER. There are manoeuvres. SEDLNIZKY. Well, be keen and tactful. Let him not know he's watched. THE USHER. I'm very cunning. SEDLNIZKY. Not too much zeal! I dread a zealous man. Don't listen at his keyhole in a crowd. THE USHER. I've given that duty to a special man. SEDLNIZKY. To whom? THE USHER. The Piedmontese. [ 80] L'A I G L O N SEDLNIZKY. Ah yes; he's clever. THE USHER. I place him every evening in this chamber Immediately his Highness seeks his room. SEDLNIZKY. Is he here now? THE USHER. No. As he wakes all night He sleeps by daytime, while the Duke is out. He'll be here when the Duke is. SEDLNIZKY. Let him watch. THE USHER. Trust me. SEDLNIZKY. [Glancing at the table.] The papers-? THE USHER. [With a smile.] Searched. SEDLNIZKY. [Stooping under the table.] The basket, too? [Seeing scraps of paper under the table, he hastily kneels to examine them.] These scraps? [He tries to read.] Perhaps a letter? [Urged by professional curiosity he creeps under the table.] But from whom? [The DUKE enters in the uniform of an Austrian officer, followed by his Staff. The LACKEYS hurriedly range themselves.] [8 ] L'A I G LO N THE DUKE. [Seeing SEDLNIZKY'S legs protruding from under the table; very simply.] Why, how are you, Sedlnizky? SEDLNIZKY. [Emerging amazed on all fours.] Highness! THE DUKE. An accident. Excuse me. Just come in. SEDLNIZKY. [Standing.] You knew me? Yet I wasTHE DUKE. Flat on your stomach? Oh yes, I knew you. [He sees the ARCHDUCHESS, who enters hurriedly carrying a large album.] Ah, I feared as much! They've frightened you. THE ARCHDUCHESS. They told meTHE DUKE. It was nothing. THE ARCHDUCHESS. But yetTHE DUKE. [Seeing DOCTOR MALFATTI enter.] The doctor! But I am not ill! [To the ARCHDUCHESS.] Nothing. A choking. So I left parade. I had been shouting. [To the DOCTOR, who is feeling his pulse.] Doctor, you're a nuisance! [To SEDLNIZKY, who is sidling toward the door.] 'Twas very kind of you to sort my papers. [82] L'A I GLON You're spoiling me. Indeed you are. You've chosen Even my lackeys from among your friends. SEDLNIZKY. Your Highness does not think-! THE DUKE. I shouldn't mind If only they performed their duties better. But I am villanously groomed. My stock Rides up. In short, since this is your department, I wish you'd black my boots a little better. [A LACKEY brings a tray with refreshments, which the DOCTOR takes.] THE ARCHDUCHESS. [Anxious to help the DUKE from the tray.] FranzTHE DUKE. [To SEDLNIZKY, zwho is again making for the door.] You take nothing-? SEDLNIZKY. I have takenTHE ARCHDUCHESS. A Tartar! THE DUKE. Orders, Foresti! FORESTI. Colonel! THE DUKE. We'll manceuvre At early dawn the day after to-morrow; Assemble at Grosshoffen. FORESTI. Good, my Colonel! THE DUKE. [To the OFFICERS.] I'll not detain you, gentlemen. Good-day. [FORESTI and the OFFICERS go out.] [83] L'A I G LON THE DUKE. [To SEDLNIZKY, taking a letter out of his pocket, and tossing it toward him.] Dear Count, here is another you've not read. [SEDLNIZKY and the DOCTOP. go out.] DIETRICHSTEIN. [Who came in a moment ago.] I think you treat him rather harshly, Highness. THE ARCHDUCHESS. Is not the Duke at perfect liberty? DIETRICHSTEIN. Of course the Duke is not a prisoner, butTHE DUKE. I like that " but," I hope you feel its value! Good Lord, I'm not a prisoner, " but "-that's anl " But "-not a prisoner, " but "-that is the word, The formula! A prisoner? Oh, not a moment! " But" there are always people at my heels. A prisoner? Not I! You know I'm not; " But" if I risk a stroll across the park A hidden eye blossoms behind each leaf. Of course not prisoner, " but" let anyone Seek private speech with me, beneath each hedge Up springs the mushroom ear. I'm truly not A prisoner, "but " when I ride, I feel The delicate attention of an escort. I'm not the least bit in the world a prisoner, " But" I'm the second to unseal my letters. Not at all prisoner, "' but" at night they post A lackey at my door-look! there he goes. I, Duke of Reichstadt, prisoner? Never! never! I, prisoner? No! I'm not a prisoner-" but "-! DIETRICHSTEIN. I love to see this mirth-so rare[841 L'A I G LON THE DUKE. Yes, devilish! DIETRICHSTEIN. [Taking his leave.] Your HighnessTHE DUKE. Serenissimus! DIETRICHSTEIN. Eh! THE DUKE. -issimus! That is my title. My particular title Kindly remember it another time! DIETRICHSTEIN. [Bowing.] I leave you[He goes.] THE DUKE. [To the ARCHDUCHESS.] Serenissimus! how glorious! [Pointing to the album.] What's that? THE ARCHDUCHESS. The Emperor's herbarium. THE DUKE. Lord! Grandpapa's botany! THE ARCHDUCHESS. He lent it me This morning, Franz. THE DUKE. [Examining it.] It's pretty. [85] L'A I G L O N THE ARCHDUCHESS. You know Latin, What is this withered black thing? THE DUKE. That's a rose. THE ARCHDUCHESS. Franz, there's been something wrong with you of late. THE DUKE. [Reading.] Bengalensis. THE ARCHDUCHESS. Of Bengal? THE DUKE. That's right. THE ARCHDUCHESS. I find you nervous. What's the matter? THE DUKE. Nothing. THE ARCHDUCHESS. Yes, but I know, your bosom-friend Prokesch, The confidant of hopes they think too vast, They've sent him far away. THE DUKE. But in exchange They give me Marshal Marmont as a friend. Despised in France, he crawls to Austria To gather praise for treason to my Father. THE ARCHDUCHESS. Hush! THE DUKE And a man like that is here to set The son against the Father!-Oh![Reading.] Volubilis. [86] L'AIGL ON THE ARCHDUCHESS. Franz, when you promise do you keep your word? THE DUKE. You've been so good to me, I could not break it. THE ARCHDUCHESS. Besides, you liked my birthday present, Franz. THE DUKE. Ah, yes! These relics from the archducal trophy! [He takes the things he mentions, which are on a console between the doors on. the right.] A tinder box-a busby of the GuardAn ancient musket-No! it isn't loaded! And above allTHE ARCHDUCHESS. Oh, hush! THE DUKE. That other thingI've hidden it. THE ARCHDUCHESS. Where, you bandit? THE DUKE. In my den. THE ARCHDUCHESS. Well, promise then-your grandfather-you know His kindnessTHE DUKE. [Picking up a paper which has fallen from the herbarium.] What is this? A sheet of paper? [He reads.] "And if the students still persist in shouting, Let them be crimped and sent on active service-" [To the ARCHDUCHESS.] You said-his kindness[87] L' A I GLON THE ARCHDUCHESS. Yes; the Emperor loves you. His goodnessTHE DUKE. [Picking up another paper fallen from the herbarium.] Here's another. [He reads.] "As the mob Resist you, cut them down." [To the ARCHDUCHESS.] His goodnessTHE ARCHDUCHESS. He hates the ferment of the modern mind, But he's an excellent old man. THE DUKE. Two-sided. Flowers from whose leaves death-sentences are shed, Good Emperor Franz is like these specimens. [He closes the herbarium.] However, he's beloved, he's popular, I love him well. THE ARCHDUCHESS. How he could help your cause THE DUKE. Ah! if he would! THE ARCHDUCHESS. Promise you'll never fly Until you've tried your utmost with him. THE DUKE. Yes, I promise that. THE ARCHDUCHESS. And I'll reward you now. [ 88 ] L'A I G L O N THE DUKE. You? THE ARCHDUCHESS. Oh, one has one's little influence! The astounding Prokesch they deprived you ofI said and did so much-in short, he's here. [She strikes the ground with her parasol. The door opens and PROKESCH enters. The DUKE rushes to him. The ARCHDUCHESS goes out quickly.] THE DUKE. At last! PROKESCH. They may be listening. THE DUKE. Oh, they are! They never tell, though. PROKESCH. What? THE DUKE. I've tested them. Uttered the most seditious sentiments; They've never been repeated. Never. PROKESCH. Strange THE DUKE. I think the listener, paid by the police, Pockets the cash and stops his friendly ears. PROKESCH. The Countess Camerata? Any news? THE DUKE. Nothing. PROKESCH. Oh! [89] L'A I G L O N THE DUKE. Nothing. She's forgotten me; Or else she's been discovered-or, perhapsWhat folly not to have fled last year! And yet 'Twas better; now I'm readier, but-forgotten. PROKESCH. Oh, hush! Your work-room? Charming. THE DUKE. It's Chinese. The hideous gilded birds! The nightmare faces Sneering with scorpion-smiles from every corner! They lodge me in the famous lacquered chamber So that my uniform may seem more white Against the blackness of its glowing walls! PROKESCH. Prince! THE DUKE. They've surrounded me with fools and knaves. PROKESCH. What have you done these last six months? THE DUKE. I've raged! PROKESCH. I'd never seen this Schonbrunn. THE DUKE. It's a tomb. PROKESCH. The Gloriette looks well against the sky. THE DUKE. Yes, while my heart is hungering for glory I've that diminutive: the Gloriette! PROKESCH. You've all the park to ride in. [90] L'AIGLON THE DUKE. Oh, the park Is much too little. PROKESCH. Well, then, the valley. THE DUKE. The valley is too little for a gallop. PROKESCH. What do you want for galloping? THE DUKE. All Europe PROKESCH. Oh, hush! THE DUKE. When from the glowing page of history I lift dazed eyes, a forehead splashed with glory, Closing my Plutarch, leap with thee, O Caesar, Upon a conquered land, with Alexander, With Hannibal, with thee, my FatherA LACKEY. [Entering.] What Will your Highness please to wear to-night? THE DUKE. [To PROKESCH.] There! [To the LACKEY.] I'm not going out. [The LACKEY disappears.] PROKESCH. [Who has been turning over some books.] They let you read? [91] L'AIGLON THE DUKE. Oh, anything. The days are past when Fanny, That I might learn, learnt history by heart. And, later, books were handed me in secret. PROKESCH. The good Archduchess-? THE DUKE. Every day a book. Locked safe all night I read it. I was drunk! When it was finished, to conceal my crime, I tossed it on the tester's canopy, And there the heap grew, hidden in the darkness; I slept beneath a dome of history. All day the heap lay quiet, but at night, When I was sleeping, it began to stir, And from the pages clamorous with battles, The battles issued, stretching torpid wings; And laurels showered upon my slumbering eyes. Austerlitz gleamed among my curtains, Jena Glowed in the gilded tassels holding them And on a sudden lapsed into my dream. Till once, when Metternich was gravely telling His version of my father's history, Down comes my canopy crushed by the glory; A hundred volumes with their fluttering pages Shoutihg one name! PROKESCH. Metternich started? THE DUKE. No. He smiled benignantly, and said, " My Lord, Why keep your library so out of reach? " And since that day I've read whate'er I choose. [92] L'AI G LON PROKESCH. Even " Le Fils de l'homme? " THE DUKE. Yes. PROKESCH. Hateful book! THE DUKE. Yes; but it's French and blinded by its hate. It says they're poisoning me; hints at Locusta Who poisoned Claudius. If thy Prince is dying, Wherefore, O France, belittle his disease? It is no poisoned cup of melodrama That kills the Duke of Reichstadt! 'Tis his soul! PROKESCH. My Lord-! THE DUKE. It is my soul! it is my name! That mighty name, which throbs with guns and bells, Clashes and thunders, ceaselessly reproaches Against my languor with its bells and guns! Silence your tocsins and your salvos! Poison? What need of poison in the prison-house? I yearn to broaden history!-I am A pallid visage watching at a window. If I could only rid myself of doubt! You know me well! what do you think of me? Suppose I were what people say we are And what we often are, we great men's sons! Metternich feeds this doubt with frequent hints: He's right; it is his duty as an Austrian. I shiver when he opes the bonbonniere They call his wit, to find some honeyed venom. You! tell me honestly what is my worth? You know me; can I be an Emperor? [93] L' A I G L O N From this pale brow may God withhold the crown Unless its pallor's that of Bonaparte! PROKESCH. Prince-! THE DUKE. Answer me! Must I despise myself? Speak out! What am I? Are my wits too dull, And are my wrists too feeble for the sceptre? What do you think of me? PROKESCH. Prince, if all Princes Struggled with half these torments, doubts, and fears There would be none but admirable kings. THE DUKE. I thank you, Prokesch. Ah! that word consoles me. To work, my friend! [A LACKEY brings in a tray full of letters, places them on the table, and goes out.] PROKESCH. Your mail has just arrived. A load of letters. THE DUKE. Yes; from women. These Reach me unopened. PROKESCH. What successes! THE DUKE. Yes; That's what it is to wear the fatal halo. [He opens one letter after another; reads the beginning and tears them up.] " I saw you in your box last night, how pale-! " [94] L'A I G LON Destroyed! "Oh, that white brow!" Destroyedl " My Prince, I saw you riding in the Prater yesterday-" Destroyed! PROKESCH. What, all? THE DUKE. "Your youth-" The Canoness. Destroyed! [The door opens gently and THERESA comes in.] THERESA. Forgive me. THE DUKE. Little Brooklet. You? THERESA. Why do you always call me that? THE DUKE. 'Tis sweet, 'Tis pure. It fits you. THERESA. Prince, I go to Parma To-morrow with your mother. THE DUKE. I am sorry. THERESA. ParmaTHE DUKE. The land of violets. THERESA. Ah, yes! THE DUKE. And if my mother knows not what they stand for Tell her. [95] L'AIGLON THERESA. Farewell, my Lord. THE DUKE. Go, little Brooklet, Go on your innocent course. THERESA. Why "Little Brooklet"? THE DUKE. Because the slumbering depths within your eyes, The murmur of your voice, so oft refreshed me. THERESA. You've nothing more to say? THE DUKE. No, nothing more. THERESA. Good-bye, my Lord. [She goes.] THE DUKE. Destroyed! PROKESCH. Ah! I perceive! THE DUKE. She loves me-and perhaps-but I must deal In history and not romances! Come! To work, my friend! We will resume our tactics. PROKESCH. I'll plan an action: you shall criticise it. THE DUKE. First give me yonder box upon the couch, The wooden box with all my wooden soldiers. I'll work the problem much more easily Upon our little military chess-board. [96] L'A I G LON PROKESCH. [After giving the box to the DUKE.] You have to prove my plan is hazardous. THE DUKE. [Putting his hand on the box.] These are the soldiers of Napoleon's son! PROKESCH. Prince! THE DUKE. I'm surrounded with such loving care, They even paint my soldiers-take them outThey even paint my wooden soldiers Austrian! Well! hand me one. We will deploy our left. [He takes the soldier PROKESCH hands him, and starts on seeing it.] PROKESCH. What is't? THE DUKE. One of my father's Grenadiers! [PROKESCH hands him another.] A Cuirassier! [He takes others out of the box.] Light Infantry! A scout! They're all become good Frenchmen! Someone's painted Each of these little wooden combatants! [He takes them all out.] They're French! French! French! PROKESCH. What miracle is this? THE DUKE. I tell you, someone's carved and painted them! PROKESCH. Who? [97] L'A I G L O N THE DUKE. And the artist was a soldier! PROKESCH. Why? THE DUKE. Each coat of regal blue has seven buttons, The collars are correct, the linings faithful, The tunics, brandenburghs, and forage-caps, All's there! The painter never had to pause To get the edgings and the facings right! The lace is white, the flaps are triple-pointed!Oh, friend, whoe'er you are, with folded hands I thank you, nameless soldier of my father! I know not how you worked, nor whence you came, How you found means, here, in our dismal gaol, To paint these little mannikins for me. Who is the hero, little wooden armyOnly a hero would have been so childishWho is the hero who equipped you thus That now you smile at me from all your trappings? Whose was the loving, microscopic brush Which gave each tiny face its grim mustache, Stamped cannon cross-wise on each pouch, and gave Each officer his bugle or grenade? Take them all out! The table's covered with them. Here are the skirmishers, the fugle-men, The Infantry with shoulder-straps of green. Take them all out! They're little conquerors! Oh, Prokesch, look! locked in that little box Lay sleeping all the glorious Grande Armee! Here are the Mamelukes-I recognize The crimson breast-piece of the Polish Lancers. Here are the Sappers with their purple breeches, And here at last, with different colored leggings, The Grenadiers of the line with waving plumes [98] F I V It~~~~~~.1I ao!~-X,,,, * ~U I L' A I G LO N Who marched into the battle with white gaiters; The Conscripts here, with green and pear-shaped tufts, Who marched to battle with their gaiters black. Like a poor prisoner, who falls a-dreaming Of vast and murmuring forests, with a tree Fashioned of shavings, taken from a doll's house, I build my Father's Epic with these soldiers. [He moves away from the table.] Why, yes, from here I cannot see at all The little rounds of wood that keep them upright! This army, Prokesch, when you move away 'Tis but the distance makes it look so small! [He comes back quickly.] Place them in line for Wagram and for Eylau! This naked yatagan shall be the water[He takes a sword from the panoply.] It is the Danube. [He arranges the soldiers.] Essling! Yonder's Aspern. Throw out a paper bridge across the steel. Pass me a mounted Grenadier or two. PROKESCH. We want a little hillock. THE DUKE. [Handing him a book.] The " Memorials." Here stands Saint Cyr, here Molitor of Bellegarde And on the bridgeMETTERNICH. [Who has come in unperceived and is standing behind him.] And on the bridge? THE DUKE. The Guards. [99] L'A I G LON METTERNICH. So all the army's French to-day, it seems! Where are the Austrians? THE DUKE. They've run away. METTERNICH. Tut, tut-who daubed them over for you? THE DUKE. No one. METTERNICH. 'Twas you. That's how you spoil the toys we give you. THE DUKE. Sir-! [METTERNICH rings-a LACKEY appears.] METTERNICH. [To the LACKEY.] Take these soldiers; throw them all away. [To the DUKE.] I'll send you new ones. TH E DUKE. I'll not have your new ones! If I'm a child, my toys shall be a giant's! M ETTERNICH. What gadfly —what Imperial bee has stung you? THE DUKE. As irony is little to my likingTHE LACKEY. [Aside to the DUKE.] Silence, my Lord! I'll paint 'em over again. METTERNICH. Well, Highness? 100] L'AIGLON THE DUKE. Nothing. Just a fit of temper. Forgive me. [Aside.] I've a friend; I can be patient. METTERNICH. I came to bring your friendTHE DUKE. My friend? M ETTERNICH. Yes; Marshal Marmont. THE DUKE. Oh! Marmont! METTERNICH. [With a look at PROKESCH.] He's among the few I like to see about youPROKESCH. [Mutters.] I should hope so! METTERNICH. He's here. THE DUKE. Why, let him come! [METTERNICH goes out. The DUKE throws himself wildly on the couch.] My father! Glory The Eagles! The Imperial throne! The purple! [Suddenly calm, he offers his hand to MARMONT, who enters with METTERNICH.] Ah, Marshal Marmont! How are you to-day? [ Io ] L'AIGLON MARM ONT. My Lord-! METTERNICH. [Anxious to get PROKESCH away.] Come, Prokesch, come and see how well The Duke is lodged. [He takes him by the arm and leads him off.] THE DUKE. [After a pause.] You've told me all you know About my Father's youth? MARM ONT. I have. THE DUKE. We'll sum it up. You'd call him great? M A R M N T. Oh, very. THE DUKE. But 'twas you Who helpedM AR M O N T. I helped him to avoidTHE DUKE. Disaster? MARMONT. Well, he believed so stoutlyTHE DUKE. In his star? MAR M O N T. We perfectly agree in our conclusions. THE DUKE. And I suppose he was, as we were saying[ 02] L'A I G LON MARMONT. He was a General of some importance; Yet it were hardly fair to call himTHE DUKE. Wretch! MARMONT. What? THE DUKE. Now I've learnt whatever you could teach me, Whatever memories of him you had, All that, in spite of you, was splendid in you. I cast you off: a useless sponge! MARMONT. My Lord! THE DUKE. Duke of Ragusa, you betrayed him! You! Ah, yes, I know, when you beheld your comrade Climbing the throne you all said, " Why not I?" But you, whom even in the ranks he loved, And loved so well his men grew discontented, Created Marshal at the age of thirtyMARMONT. No; thirty-five. THE DUKE. You, traitor of Essonnes, The mob has found new uses for your name And coined a verb " Raguser," to betray! Why do you stand there silent? Answer me. 'Tis not alone Prince Francis Charles, it is Napoleon the Second speaking to you. MARMONT. [Listening.] They come-Prince Metternich-I know his voice. [ 103] L'A I G L O N THE DUKE. Well! you know what to do. Betray us twice! METTERNICH. [Entering with PROKESCH.] Don't interrupt your chat. I'm taking Prokesch Across the park to see the Roman ruins Where I propose to give a ball. I am The last survivor of a crumbling world. I like the idea of dancing over ruins. Good-night. [He goes out with PROKESCH.] MARMONT. My Lord, you see I held my peace. THE DUKE. It only needed that you should raguse. MAR M ONT. Oh, conjugate the verb! I'll take a seat. THE DUKE. What! M A R M O NT. I will let you conjugate the verb Because you were magnificent just now. THE DUKE. Sir! MARMONT. I have spoken evil of your Father These fifteen years. I do so still; 'tis true. Can you not guess I seek to excuse myself? I never saw your Father after ElbaIf I had seen him I should have returned. Others betrayed him, thinking to save France; But these beheld his face again, and fell Under the spell, as I have fallen to-night. [ 04] L'AIGLON THE DUKE. Why, sir? MARMONT. I also have beheld his face. THE DUKE. How? M AR M O N T. In that frown, and in that haughty gesture; The sparkling eye! Insult me. I remain. THE DUKE. Almost you have atoned if that be true, Saved me from self-distrust which these exploit. What? With my gloomy brow and narrow chest-? MARMONT. I have beheld him! THE DUKE. Dare I hope again? Dare I forgive you? Why did you betray him? M A R M O NT. My Lord-! THE DUKE. Why? You-and others? MARMONT. We were weary. Can you not understand? No peace in Europe. It's well to conquer, but one wants to live! Berlin, Vienna, never, never Paris! Beginning and beginning and beginning, Again, and yet again as in a nightmare; Forever and forever in the saddle Till we were sick of it! TH E LACKEY. [Having taken out the wooden soldiers and come back. What about us? [ I05] L'AIGLON THE DUKE AND MARMONT. Eh? THE LACKEY. Us, the men, the mean, the rank and file? Us, tramping broken, wounded, muddy, dying, Having no hope of duchies or endowments, Marching along and never getting further, Too simple and too ignorant to covet The famous marshal's baton in our knapsacks? What about us, who marched through every weather, Sweating but fearless, shivering without trembling, Kept on our feet by trumpet-calls, by fever, And by the songs we sang through conquered countries? Us upon whom for seventeen years-just think!The knapsack, sabre, turn-screw, flint, and gun, Beside the burden of an empty belly, Made the sweet weight of five and fifty pounds? Us, who wore bearskins in the burning tropics And marched bareheaded through the snows of Russia, Who trotted casually from Spain to Austria? Us who, to free our travel-weary legs, Like carrots from the slough of miry roads, Often with both hands had to lug them out? Us, who, not having jujubes for our coughs, Took day-long foot-baths in the freezing Danube? Who just had leisure when some officer Came riding up, and gayly cried " To arms! The enemy is on us! Drive him back! " To eat a slice of rook-and raw at that, Or quickly mix a delicate ice-cream With melted snow and a dead horse's blood? Us, whoTHE DUKE. At last! [ o6] L'A I G L O N THE LACKEY. At night had little fear Of bullets, but a holy dread of waking Cannibals; usTHE DUKE. At last-! THE LACKEY. Who marched and fought Fasting, and only stoppedTHE DUKE. At last I see one! THE LACKEY. To fight-and then stopped fighting, four to one, Only to march; and stopped again to fight! Marching and fighting, naked, starved, but merryDon't you suppose we, too, were sick of it? M A R M ONT. ButTHE LACKEY. Though we owed him precious little thanks, Nevertheless 'twas we whose hearts were true, While you were ambling at the King's right hand. In short, your Highness, in the great canteen, Where souls are fed on glory, he may find [Pointing to MARMONT.] His laurels are not worth our small potatoes. M A R M O N T. Who is this Lackey with the veteran's growl? THE LACKEY. John Seraph Peter Flambeau, called Flambart" The glowing coal "-ex-sergeant grenadier. Mamma from Picardy; Papa a Breton. Joined at fourteen, two Germinal, year Three. Baptised, Marengo; got my corporal's stripes [ 107 ] L'AIGLON The fifteenth Fructidor, year Twelve. Silk hose And sergeant's cane, steeped in my tears of joy. July fourteenth, year Eighteen hundred and nine, At Sch6nbrunn, for the Guards were here to serve The sacred person of your Majesty. Sixteen years' service, seen sixteen campaigns, Fought Austerlitz, fought Eylau, Somo-Siera, Eckmiihl, Essling, Wagram, Smolensk, and so forth. Thirty-two feats of arms, a lot of wounds, And only fought for glory and dry bread. M A R M N T. Surely you will not listen to him thus? THE DUKE. No, sir, I will not listen thus, but standing! M AR M O N T. My Lord! THE DUKE. For in the volume whose sublime Chapters are headed with proud capitals You are the titles and you catch the eye; But these-these are the thousand little lettersYou're nought, without the black and humble army That goes to make a page of history. Oh, my brave Flambeau, painter of my soldiers, To think while you were near me all this month, I only looked upon you as a spy. FLAMBEAU. Oh, our acquaintance dates much further back THE DUKE. How so? FLAMBEAU. Can't you recall me? THE DUKE. Not at all. [ o8] L'AIGLON FLAMBEAU. One Thursday in the garden of Saint Cloud Marshal Duroc stood with a maid-in-waiting, Watching your Highness at his nurse's breastIts whiteness, I remember, startled me. Marshal Duroc exclaimed, " Come here! " I came. But there were lots of things to make me nervous: The Imperial child, the gorgeous rosy sleeves The Maid of honor wore, Duroc, the breastIn short, the tuft was shivering on my bearskin; So much so that your Highness noticed it. You gazed upon it pensively: what was it? And while you hailed it with a milky laugh You seemed uncertain which to admire the more About this moving scarlet miracle: Its motion, or the fact that it was scarlet. Suddenly, while I stooped, your little hands Began to pull the precious tuft about. Seeing my plight, the Marshal cried severely, "Don't interfere "-I didn't interfere; But having sunk upon my knees I heard The nurse, the marshal, and the lady laughing. And when I rose the grass was strewn with red: As for my tuft, that was a beardless wire. " I'll sign an order," said Duroc, " for two." Back to my quarters then I strutted radiant; " You there! hulloa! " exclaimed the Adjutant, "Who's plucked you?" And I cried: " The King of Rome!" And that is how one Thursday morn I met Your Majesty. Your Highness has developed. THE DUKE. No, not developed: that is why I grieve. My " Majesty " has shrivelled to my " Highness." [ 109] L'A I G LON MARMONT. [To FLAMBEAU.] But since the Empire fell, what have you done? FLAMBEAU. I think I've acted like a decent beggar. I know Fournier and Solignac. In May Eighteen-sixteen Didier and Sarloveze Conspire and fail. I see the child Miard Perish, and David the old man, and weep; They'd have beheaded me, but I am missing. Good. I come back to Paris with an alias; I smash a footstool on a royal guard Because he'd trodden on my favorite corn. I take the chair at noisy drinking bouts, Spend thirty pence a month. I nurse a hope That in the Var that Other still may land. I swagger in a Bonapartist hat And call whoever stares at me a vampire. I fight some thirty duels. I conspire At Beziers; fail. They'd have beheaded me, But I am missing. Good. I join at once The plot at Lyons. All are seized. I fly. They'd have beheaded me, but I am missing. So I come back to Paris, where, by chance, I find myself mixed up in the Bazaar plot. Lefevre-Desnouettes is in America. I join him there. "What's up, my General?" Says I. Says he, "Come back." We start; we're wrecked. My General's drowned, but I know how to swim; And so I swim, bewailing Desnouettes. Good. Very good. Sun-azure waves —tnd sea-mews. A ship. They fish me up. I land in time To be among the plotters of Saumur. We fail again. They'd have beheaded me, [I o] L'A I G L O N But I am missing. So I make for Greece, To rub the rust off, thrashing dirty Turks. One morning in July I'm back in France. I see them heaping paving stones. I help. I fight. At night the tricolor is hoisted, Instead of the white banner of the King, But as I think there still is something lacking To crown the point of that disloyal staff; You know-the golden thing that beats its wings. I leave, to plot in the Romagna. Fail. A relative of yoursTHE DUKE. Named? FLAMBEAU. CamerataMakes me her fencing masterTHE DUKE. Ah! FLAMBEAU. In Tuscany. So we conspire with singlestick and rapier. Next there's a post of danger vacant here; They give me forged credentials; here I am. I'm here; but every day I see the Countess, For I have found the cave your Highness dug With your preceptor Colin in the garden To play at little Robinson. All right! I hide in it. I find it has two openings: This in an ant-heap; that, a bed of nettles. I wait. Your cousin brings her sketch-book, and There in the shadow of the Roman thingummies, She on her camp-stool, I amid the mud, She looking like an English tourist sketching, I whispering from my cavern like a prompter, We plan the means to make you Emperor. [ III ] L 'AIGLON THE DUKE. And for such loyalty, so long maintained, What do you ask of me? FLAMBEAU. Just pull my ear. THE DUKE. What? FLAMBEAU. As your Father used to when we'd pleased him. THE DUKE. But IFLAMBEAU. I'm waiting. Come. The thumb and index. [THE DUKE pulls his ear.] That's not the way to pull an ear, my Lord! You don't know how: you're much too gentlemanly. THE DUKE. Ah, do you think so? M AR M O N T. Clumsy thing to say! FLAMBEAU. Well, in a French Prince that's but half a fault. THE DUKE. But can you see I'm French in these surroundings? FLAMBEAU. Yes, you don't match. It's rich; it's heavy. MARMONT. What! Can you see that? FLAMBEAU. My brother's an upholsterer. He works in Paris for Fontaine and Percier — [112] L'AI G LON They try to imitate us here; but, Lord! They've got a curious kind of Louis-Quinze! I'm not an expert, but I've got an eye. [He lifts up a chair.] Just look how finnicking this wood-work is. [He puts it down and looks at it.] But then the tapestry! What taste! what mystery! It sings. It laughs. It crushes all the room. Why? Don't you know? Why, these are Gobelins! How plain it is that cunning craftsmen made them. This taste, this elegance swears with the restAnd you my Lord, were also made in France! M A R M O N T. He must go back. FLAMBEAU. And on the Cross of Honor Once more engrave a little -Emperor. THE DUKE. Whom have they put there now? FLAM BEAU. Henry the FourthWell, damn it all, it had to be a fighter! But, basta! How Napoleon must laugh To wear King Henry's mask upon his face! Haven't you ever seen the cross? THE DUKE. In shops. FLAMBEAU. My Lord, it must be seen upon a breast, Here on the cloth, a gout of ardent blood, Which fell, and falling turned to burnished gold And to enamel with an edge of green; 'Twas like a jewel pouring from a wound. [ II3 L'A I G LON THE DUKE. It must have looked magnificent, my friend, Here on your bosom. FLAMBEAU. I?-I never had it. THE DUKE. What! After all your modest heroism? FLAMBEAU. One had to do far greater deeds to win it. THE DUKE. You made no claim? FLAMBEAU. The Little Corporal Didn't bestow it; so I hadn't earned it. THE DUKE. Then I, who have no power, no throne, no title, I, who am but a memory in a phantom, That Duke of Reichstadt who with helpless grief Can only wander under Austrian trees, Carving an N upon their mossy trunks, Wayfarer, only noticed when I cough; Who have no longer even the little piece Of watered silk so scarlet in my cradle; I, on whose woes they vainly lavish stars, Who only wear two crosses, not the One! I, exiled, prisoner, sick, who may not ride Along the front of pompous regiments Scattering stars among my heroes; yet I hope-I think-the son of such a fatherInto whose hands a firmament was givenI think, in spite of shadows and dead days, A little of the star clings to my fingers:John Seraph Peter Flambeau, I adorn you! [ 14 ] L'AI G LON FLAMBEAU. You! THE DUKE. Oh, this ribbon is not real. FLAMBEAU. The real Is that we weep in taking. I have wept. MARMONT. Besides, it must be legalized in Paris. THE DUKE. But how to get to Paris? FLAMBEAU. Pack your trunk. THE DUKE. Alas! FLAMBEAU. No more " Alas." To-day's the Ninth, And if you'd like to be on the Pont-Neuf The Thirtieth-you'll be there if you likeCome to the ball to-morrow given by Nepomuk. THE DUKE AND MARMONT. By whom? FLAMBEAU. Prince Metternich (Clement Lothair Wenceslas Nepomuk). Come. No more " Alas!" MI A R M O N T. You utter dangerous secrets in my presence! FLAMBEAU. You'll not betray a plot in which you share. THE DUKE. Not Marmont! IIS] L' A I G L ON M AR M O N T. Yes, I'm with you. [To FLAMBEAU.] All the same You didn't use much flattery to win me; You gave me quite a warm reception. FLAMBEAU. Yes; And won a warm reception for myself. MAR M O N T. Very imprudent. FLAMBEAU. True, but then my failing Is ever overdoing things a little. I always add a trifle to my orders And wear a rose-bud when I go to battle: My little joke. M A R M N T. So if the Camerata Cares to employ meTHE DUKE. No! not Marmont! FLAMBEAU. Pooh! Let him redeem himself! THE DUKE. No! MARMONT. I have lists Carefully made, of all the malcontents; Maison, the French Ambassador, is my friend. FLAMBEAU. Oh, he can serve us. [ I6] L'AI G LON THE DUKE. Compromises! No I'll not let Marmont consecrate himself! M A R M N T. When you are crowned, my Lord, I will obey you. Meanwhile I'll go at once to General Maison. [MARMONT goes out.] FLAMBEAU. That venerable rascal's in the right. THE DUKE. So be it, then! I'll come. But where's the proof That France still feels herself my Father's widow? Oh, Flambeau, time has passed; the ancient love These worthy people bore us must have died. FLAMBEAU. Their love of you, my Lord? Why that's immortal! [He takes from about his person. the various articles mentioned in the following scene.] T TT E DUKE. Why, Flambeau, what is that? FLAMBEAU. A pair of braces. THE DUKE. Have you gone mad? FLAMBEAU. Just look and see what's on 'em! THE DUKE. My portrait! FLAMBEAU. Worn by quite a decent class. THE DUKE. But Flambeau L' AIGLON FLAMBEAU. Will you take a pinch of snuff? THE DUKE. IFLAMBEAU. On the box a little curly head. THE DUKE. 'Tis I! FLAMBEAU. And what about this handkerchief? Eh! Not so bad, the little King of Rome? THE DUKE. ButFLAMBEAU. Colored print to paste upon your walls. THE DUKE. Again! on horseback! FLAMBEAU. Yes, and caracolling. How d'you like this pipe? THE DUKE. But tell me, FlambeauFLAMBEAU. You cannot say they haven't drawn you handsome! THE DUKE. IFLAMBEAU. A cockade, to tease the government. THE DUKE. What's that? FLAMBEAU. A medal. Trivial fancy goods. [118] L'A I G LON THE DUKE. Still I? FLAMBEAU. Still you. Look here, what words are ground Upon this tumbler? THE DUKE. " Francis, Duke of Reichstadt." FLAMBEAU. Of course you can't get on without a plateTHE DUKE. A plate? FLA MBEAU. A knife, a napkin-ring, an egg-cup. They've made you look so happy on the egg-cup! The table's laid, my Lord: my Lord is served! THE DUKE. [With increasing emotion.] FlambeauFLAMBEAU. On everything. Here's a cravat In which you're woven riding in the clouds; And playing cards of which you're Ace of SpadesTHE DUKE. Flambeau! FLAMBEAU. And AlmanacsTHE DUKE. Flambeau! FLAMBEAU. And everything! THE DUKE. Flambeau! [I9] L'A I G L O N FLAMBEAU. What, weeping? Take this handkerchief And dry your eyes upon the King of Rome! [He kneels by the DUKE'S side and wipes his eyes with the handkerchief.] I bid you strike the iron while it's hot: You've got the people and you've got the Marshals, The King, the King himself, is only King On one condition: that he's Bonapartist. Vainly the Gallic cockerel spreads his wings That, from a distance, he may seem an eagle. We Frenchmen cannot breathe inglorious air; The crown must slip from off a pear-shaped head. The youth of France will rally to your side Merrily shouting songs of BerangerThe street has shuddered and the pavement trembled, And Sch6nbrunn's not so pretty as Versailles! THE DUKE. I will accept. [Military music is heard.] Ha! FLAMBEAU. [At the window.] In the Court of honor The trumpets of the Guard. The Emperor Is coming home. THE DUKE. My grandfather! My promise! [To FLAMBEAU.] No; before acceptingFLAMBEAU. Damn it! THE DUKE. Listen! I must make one attempt with him; but if [ I20] L'AI G LON When you are here on guard to-night, you see Something-that you're not used to seeing hereIt is a signal! I will fly. FLAMBEAU. Latude! What will the signal be? THE DUKE. You'll see. FLAMBEAU. But if[An officer of the Noble Guard enters.] THE OFFICER. My LordFLAMBEAU. [Taking stock of him.] The beggars! Aren't they gorgeous swells! THE DUKE. Well? THE OFFICER. As the Emperor passed, they came and said, " Sire, this is the one day in the week Whereon your Majesty receives his subjects; Many have come from far-" "I'd thought of it," Replied the Emperor, smiling; "and I hope To see them. I'm at Sch6nbrunn as a grandfather, I shall be with the Duke from five to six: Let all my children be beside my grandson." May they come up? THE DUKE. Yes! open all the doors! [The OFFICER goes out.] THE DUKE. [To FLAMBEAU.] Now quickly make a bundle of these treasures. I'll look at them at leisure in my room. [ 121] L'AI G LON FLAMBEAU. I make the bundle in the handkerchief. But tell me what the signal is to be. THE DUKE. Oh, never fear! you will not fail to know it. But-do you hear them? That's the Austrian Hymn. FLAMBEAU. My word! It isn't worth the Marseillaise! THE DUKE. The Marseillaise-well? have you tied the ends? My father used to say it wore mustachios. FLAMBEAU. Their blessed national hymn has scented whiskers. THE DUKE. It wouldn't be bad fun to enter France, Thus, with my bundle on my back, on foot. FLAMBEAU. How cheerful and how funny you can be! This is the first time I have seen you so. THE DUKE. What? Rather young and merry? Thank you, Flambeau. CURTAIN. [ 122] THE THIRD ACT Scene: The same as in the previous act. A miscellaneous crowd of men, women and children are discovered on the rising of the curtain. They are being placed in order by an OFFICER. THE OFFICER. LINE up. Be quiet. Boy, behave yourself. The Emperor enters here; so leave a passage. You, giant highlander, don't scrape your feet. A MAN. Will he pass here? THE OFFICER. Yes; and he'll take your papers. Hold your petitions so that he can see them. No tedious twaddle-Ah!-and you're forbidden To kneel when he comes in. A WOMAN. Forbidden or not, That won't prevent us[The EMPEROR enters quite simply, without being announced. All the people, in spite of the warning, fall on their knees.] [ 123] L'A I G LON THE EMPEROR. Rise, my children, rise. [He passes from one to the other, taking their papers. To a WOMAN.] Your pension's doubled. THE WOMAN. Sire! THE EMPEROR. [To a MAN.] What? What? A team Of oxen? That's expensive!-Granted. THE MAN. Father! THE EMPEROR. [Reading another paper.] Granted. A WOMAN. Father FranzTHE EMPEROR. What, you? All well At home? THE WOMAN. Oh, so-so. THE EMPEROR. Well, old woman? Well? THE OLD WOMAN. Why, don't you see, the wind has killed my chickens. THE EMPEROR. Granted.-A vocalist? THE VOCALIST. I yodle. THE EMPEROR. Come And yodle to the Court at Baden. [ 124] L'AI G LON THE CHAMBERLAIN. Name? THE VOCALIST. Schnauser. THE EMPEROR. A Highlander? THE HIGHLANDER. Out yonder My home is, on the mountains, in the skies. I want to be a cabman in Vienna. THE EMPEROR. Well, so you shall. [Taking another paper.] A wealthy husbandman Begs Franz to give him back his daughter's love Which a Bohemian glass-blower has stolen. [Handing back the paper.] You'll wed your child to her Bohemian lover. THE HUSBANDMAN. ButTHE EMPEROR. I'll endow him. THE CHAMBERLAIN. Name? THE HUSBANDMAN. Johannes Schmoll. I kiss your hands. THE EMPEROR. [Taking another paper.] " A shepherd of the Tyrol, A friendless orphan, robbed of all his land, Driven from his homestead by his father's foes, Yearns for his native woods and skies "-how touching!"And his paternal meadow." 'Tis restored. [ 125 ] L'A I G L O N THE CHAMBERLAIN. What is the shepherd's name, who asks for help? THE SHEPHERD. The Duke of Reichstadt! And the meadow's France! THE EMPEROR. [To the PETITIONERS.] Begone! [All go.] What's this? THE DUKE. It seems if I were only A mountain shepherd or a forester, With nothing to attract your notice, Sire, Save a cock's feather in my huntsman's hat, You would have drawn me to your melting heart. THE EMPEROR. But Franz-! THE DUKE. Ah, now I know why all your subjects, All those who are unhappy, call themselves Your sons as much as we; but is it just, Sire, is it just, that I, when I'm unhappy, Have less of kinship than the least of these? THE EMPEROR. But why just now-for I must scold you, sirWhen I was busy with these wretched peopleWhy come to me just now, and not in private? THE DUKE. I wished to find you when your heart was open. THE M PEROR. My heart-my heart!-You're somewhat over-bold! THE DUKE. I know that you can do the thing I ask, That I am wretched almost past endurance, And that you are my Grandfather-that's all. [ 126] L'AIGLON THE EMPEROR. But there is Europe-England-above all, There's Metternich. THE DUKE. You are my Grandfather. THE EMPEROR. You don't know half the difficulties. THE DUKE. But I am the grandson of your Majesty. THE EMPEROR. ButTHE DUKE. Sire, in whom alone I place my trust, Be Grandfather a little while! THE EMPEROR. But ITHE DUKE. Just for a moment drop the Emperor. THE EMPEROR. Ah, what a coaxing way you always had. THE DUKE. You know I cannot bear you when you look Like the great portrait hanging in the throne-room, With the ermine cloak and Golden Fleece upon you; But here, like this, I like you very much, With the dear silver of your floating hair, Your kindly eyes, your simple coat and waistcoat; For now you're just a dear old gentleman, By whom a grandchild might be petted. THE EMPEROR. Petted! [ 127] L'A I G L O N THE DUKE. Are you not bored to see the heavy jowls Of Louis-Philip on the coins of France? THE EMPEROR. Hush! hush! THE DUKE. Do you adore these podgy Bourbons? THE EMPEROR. You are not like your cousins the Archdukes. THE DUKE. Indeed? THE EMPEROR. Where did you learn your saucy tricks? THE DUKE. I learnt them playing in the Tuileries. TH E EMPEROR. Ah, you come back to that? THE DUKE. I wish I could. THE EMPEROR. Can you recall those days? THE DUKE. Oh, only vaguely. THE EMPEROR. Can you recall your father? THE DUKE. I remember A man who pressed me hard against a star, And as he pressed I felt with tears of fright The diamond star was stamped upon my heart: Sire, it has stayed there! [ 28] L'AI G LO N THE EMPEROR. Do I blame you for it? THE DUKE. Yes, let the goodness of your nature speak! When I was small you loved me, did you not? You loved to have me with you at your meals, And so we used to dine togetherTHE EMPEROR. Charming. TH E D K E. My hair was long, and I was Prince of Parma; And when they punished me you let me off. THE EMPEROR. Do you remember how you hated ponies? THE DUKE. One day they showed me one as white as snow; I stamped with fury in the riding-school. THE EMPEROR. You thought a pony was a deadly insult. THE DUKE. I cried with rage: I want a great, big horse! T IE EMPEROR. And now you want another great, big horse! THE DUKE. And how I used to beat my German nurses. THE EMPEROR. And how with Colin you would calmly dig Enormous holes about my parkTHE DUKE. For Crusoe. THE EMPEROR. He was Man Friday. [ 129] L'A I G L O N THE DUKE. And I used to hide. I had a gun, three hatchets and a bow. THE EMPEROR. Then you stood sentinel before my door. THE DUKE. As a hussar. THE EMPEROR. And ladies, coming late, Found this excuse quite natural:-m" Oh, Sire, We only stopped to kiss the sentinel! " THE DUKE. You loved me then. THE EMPEROR. I love you now. THE DUKE. Then prove it! THE E PEROR. My Franz! my grandson! THE DUKE. Is it true the King Would simply disappear if I appeared? THE EMPEROR. WellTHE DUKE. Is it true? THE EMPEROR. ITHE DUKE. Don't tell lies! THE EMPEROR. Perhaps [ 30] L'A I G LO N THE DUKE. I love you! THE EMPEROR. Yes; if you appeared alone, Without a drum, upon the bridge at Strassburg, The King would vanish. THE DUKE. I adore you, Grandad! THE EMPEROR. I'm stifled! THE DUKE. No. THE EMPEROR. I should have held my tongue. THE DUKE. Besides, the climate of Vienna's bad: I'm ordered ParisTHE EMPEROR. Really? THE DUKE. For my cough. If I'm to spend a season there, of course I can't stop anywhere but at the Louvre. THE EMPEROR. Indeed! THE DUKE. And if you likedTHE EMPEROR. They've often begged us To wink at your escapingTHE DUKE. Wink at once! [I3I] L'AIGLON THE EMPEROR. Oh, for all meTHE DUKE. There's no one else. THE EMPEROR. I'll think. THE DUKE. Don't think! Don't think those horrid second thoughts! Consult your feelings only, and your heart. 'Twould be so pretty if an Emperor once Upset all history to spoil his grandson. And then it's something, something rather fine, If you can just remark quite innocently, You know: " My Grandson, Emperor of the French." THE EMPEROR. Certainly. THE DUKE. And you'll say it! Say you'll say it! THE EMPEROR. WellTHE DUKE. Speak, Sire! THE EMPEROR. Yes, then-Sire! THE DUKE. Ah, Sire! [They salute each other as equals.] THE EMPEROR. Sire! THE DUKE. Sire! [A door opens.] THE EM PEROR. Metternich. Have no fear; I'll[132] L'A I G L O N THE DUKE. All is lostl [Enter METTERNICH.] THE EMPEROR. It is my will this child shall reign. METTERNICH. Delightful. I'll tell your partisans at once. THE DUKE. I feared; THE EMPEROR. What should you fear? Am I not master here? THE DUKE. Whom will you send me as Ambassador? METTERNICH. Delightful. THE DUKE. And you'll visit me in state? THE EMPEROR. Yes, very likely; when the chambers rise. METTERNICH. We'll only ask some trifling guarantees. THE DUKE. Ask what you like. THE EMPEROR. Well? are you happy? METTERNICH. First We'll come to terms on trivial points of detail: Certain seditious groups should be dissolved: Our neighbors must not harbor thunderbolts. [ 33] L'A I G L O N THE DUKE. Dear grandfather! METTERNICH. Ah-then we're very weary Of hearing of the Heroes of July. THE DUKE. ButMETTERNICH. Now the imperialists and radicals Are linked: we'll cut the link; we cannot favor The dangerous modern spirit. We'll expel Lammenais. THE DUKE. ButMETTERNICH. And Chateaubriand. AhWe'll also put a muzzle on the press. THE DUKE. Oh, there's no hurry. THE EMPEROR. Pardon me, there is. THE DUKE. Pardon me, that's attacking freedom. THE EMPEROR. Freedom! METTERNICH. Ah-we must have free hand in Italy. Ah-not so much excitement about Poland. THE DUKE. Ah? And what else? METTERNICH. Well, we shall have to solve The question of the names. You know, the names [ 134] L'A I GL O N Of battles, Sire, which you-well-did not win: The Marshals must not wear them. TH E DUKE. What is that? THE EMPEROR. PerhapsMETTERNICH. Forgive me; but they must not think They're lords of Austrian places; and you cannot Approve their way of carrying off to France Our villages by means of upstart titles. THE DUKE. Grandfather! Grandfather! THE EMPEROR. Well-it's evidentTHE DUKE. Yet you and I were in each other's arms! [To METTERNICH.] And have you nothing further to demand? METTERNICH. Yes; the suppression of the Tricolor. THE DUKE. Your Excellency wishes me to wash The banner based in blood and crowned with heavenFor it was dipped in horrors that bear fruit, And it was bathed in universal hopes!Your Excellency asks me to efface That gleam of heaven and that stain of blood, And, having nothing but a blank sheet left, To make a shroud for Freedom out of that! THE EMPEROR. Freedom again! [ 35] L'AIGLON THE DUKE. Upon my father's side I am related closely, Sire, to Freedom. METTERNICH. Yes, the Duke's grandsire was the eighteenth Brumaire! THE DUKE. Yes, and the Revolution was my granddam! THE EMPEROR. Silence! METTERNICH. The Emperor a republican! Utopia!-Play the Marseillaise in A On trumpets, while the sentimental flute Sighs "God preserve the Empire" in E flat. THE DUKE. The two go very well together, sir, And make a tune that frightens Kings away! THE EMPEROR. This to my face? How dare you, sir? How dare you? THE DUKE. Ah, now I know what is expected of me! THE EMPEROR. What does it mean? What is the matter with him? THE DUKE. I am to be an Austrian Archduke On a French throne! THE EM PEROR. What has he read or seen? THE DUKE. I have seen egg-cups, handkerchiefs, and pipes I [136] L'AIGLON THE EMPEROR. He's mad! The words he utters are a madman's! THE DUKE. Mad to have thought you'd help me to my own. METTERNICH. 'Tis you alone obstruct your going home. THE DUKE. Yes, in a gig instead of on a gun! THE EMPEROR. You shall not go at all! THE DUKE. A cage? THE EMPEROR. We'll see! THE DUKE. For all your cages I am still the Eaglet! THE EMPEROR. The eagle on my flag has many eaglets: You're one of them: that's all. THE DUKE. Oh, gloomy eagle! Sad, double-headed fowl, with heavy eye: Eagle of Austria, cruel bird of night! A glorious eagle of the dawn has passed Athwart thine eyrie, and with ruffled feathers, Raging and terror-stricken, thou beholdest One of thine eaglets sprouting golden plumage! THE EMPEROR. My heart was softening: I regret my tears. These books and weapons shall be taken from you. Dietrichstein! [ 37] L'AIGLO N METTERNICH. He is not in the palace. THE EMPEROR. Poor, morbid child, we will suppress whatever Too much reminds you who your father was. THE DUKE. Then you must root up every violet, Drive every single bee out of your park! THE EMPEROR. Change all the servants! METTERNICH. I'll dismiss them all: Otto, Fritz, Hermann, AlbrechtTHE DUKE. Close the shutters, Lest yonder star remind me of my father's. THE EMPEROR. And as for Dietrichstein, I'll sign at once New regulations[To METTERNICH.] Write. M ETTERNICH. Where is the ink? THE DUKE. My inkstand's on the table; you may use it. METTERNICH. Where? I see nothing! THE DUKE. The Minerva's head, In bronze and marble. METTERNICH. Still I cannot see it. [1381 L'AI G LON THE DUKE. Then take the other, made of burnished gold, On yonder consoleMETTERNICH. Where? THE EMPEROR. What inkstands? THE DUKE. Sire, Those which my father left me. THE EMPEROR. What do you mean? THE DUKE. Yes! in his testament! And there, the pistols, Four pistols of Versailles. Take them away. THE EMPEROR. [Bringing his fist down on the table.] What's this? THE DUKE. You must not hit the table, Sire! Now you've knocked down the sword he wore as Consul! THE EMPEROR. These things you speak ofTHE DUKE. Are before my eyes I "They are to be surrendered to my son When he has reached sixteen." Despite the crime Which holds them back, they're mine: I have their soul! The soul of every cross, of every jewel, And all is here: the three mahogany caskets, And all the snuff-boxes, and all the spurs, [ 139] L' AI G LON The golden garter-buckles and the gorgets, I've all! The iron sword, the enamelled sword, The sword in which a never-setting sun Has left its fires imprisoned, so that none May dare to draw it lest the sun leap forth; I have the sword-belts also, all the six! THE EMPEROR. Silence! THE DUKE. "To be surrendered to my son When he has reached sixteen." Oh, Father, sleep, For I have all; even your uniforms. Oh, yes! To you my uniform looks whiteWell, it's not true-it's false-I am pretending! Father, behold, it's blue and red, behold! Colonel? Not so! Lieutenant in your Guard! By the device your soldiers bore I know it, Father, who gave me victories for sisters! 'Twas not in vain you wished me to possess The alarm-clock of King Frederick of Prussia, Which you magnificently stole from Potsdam, For here it is! 'Tis ticking in my brain! It is the clock which wakes me every morning, Drives me exhausted by my midnight toil Back to my narrow table, to my toil, To be more fit by night-fall for the throne! THE EMPEROR. The throne! the throne! Oh, never hope again That you may reign in France, you-Upstart's son, Because our nobler blood has made you look Rather more kingly than your father was. THE DUKE. Forgive me, but at Dresden, you remember, You all appeared like lackeys of my father. [ I401 L'A I G L O N THE EMPEROR. A common soldier! THE DUKE. He had but to ask And Emperors gave their daughters to this soldier. THE EMPEROR. Perhaps. I cannot say. Mine is a widow. THE DUKE. Pity I'm here as living evidence! T IE EMPEROR. Have you forgotten how we loved each other? THE DUKE. No! No! My birth is proof that you were beaten! No! you can only hate me; for I am Wagram personified before your eyes! THE EMPEROR. Out of my sight! Begone! [Exit the DUKE.] The child I loved! METTERNICH. Well, Sire, is he to have an empire? THE EMPEROR. Never! METTERNICH. Do you perceive what I have saved you from? THE EMPEROR. Ah! did you hear the monstrous things he said? METTERNICH. We must subdue him. THE EMPEROR. For his own sake; yes. I 14I 1 L'A I G L O N METTERNICH. For the world's peace and yours. THE EMPEROR. We must subdue him. METTERNICH. I'll come and speak to him to-night. THE EMPEROR. What grief He gives me! METTERNICH. [Trying to lead him away.] Come. THE EMPEROR. You'll speak to-night? METTERNICH. This scene Must never be repeated. THE EMPEROR. It has hurt me. Unhappy child! METTERNICH. [Leading him off.] Come, Sire. THE EMPEROR. [Without.] The child[His voice dies away.] [The DUKE opens his door very gently, sees they are gone, listens a moment, then enters quickly and places one of Napoleon's little hats on the table.] THE DUKE. The signal! [He returns to his room.] [FLAMBEAU enters.] [ 142] L' AIGLON FLAMBEAU. 'Tis time. Well, signal? Are you here?-Perhaps. [He hunts for it.] "Flambeau," he said, "you cannot fail to find it." Now, is it high or low, or black or white? Or great or small? [He sees the hat.] The Emperor's-! Small and great! [He goes toward the window.] Oh, but the Countess watches in the park, And if the signal's here I am to signal: [He takes out his handkerchief.] No! This won't do. A white flag makes her ill. [A servant enters with a reading-lamp, which he carries toward the DUKE'S room.] THE SERVANT. The Duke of Reichstadt's reading-lamp. FLAMBEAU. [Leaping upon him and seizing the lamp.] You dolt! It's leaking! It must have fresh air! [He takes it out on the balcony.] You wave it three times so: arrange the wick; [He does as he says and gives the lamp back to the SERVANT.] That's it. See that? THE SERVANT. Oh, aren't you clever? [He carries the lamp into the DUKE'S room.] FLAMBEAU. Rather! To-morrow-flight! [SEDLNIZKY enters.] SEDLNIZKY. The Duke? [ 143] L'AIGLON -FLAMBEAU. [Pointing to the room.] In there. SEDLNIZKY. Watch here. FLAMBEAU. I'm watching. SEDLNIZKY. Lock! [He gocs out.] FLAMBEAU. [Locking the door after him.] Locked! SEDLNIZKY. [Without.] Take the key out. FLAMBEAU. Out. SEDLNIZKY. None but the Emperor has the key. Be carefulWatch. FLAMBEAU. As I always do. [He bends over the key-holes and arranges them carefully.] And for the night I'll close the eyelids of the key-holes softly. SEDLNIZKY'S VOICE. Good-night, you Piedmontese. FLAMBEAU. Good-night, my Lord. SEDLNIZKY'S VOICE. Remember! you're on duty. [ 144] L'A I G LON FLAMBEAU. I'm on duty. SEDLNIZKY'S VOICE. Well, that's all right. Good-night. FLAMBEAU. Good-night! [He throws off his livery coat. Puts on the busby, which is standing on the console, and shoulders the musket. He is now in the full accoutrement of a Grenadier of the Guards.] And thus, Suddenly upright, thin, unliveried, Locked in till dawn, and safe against surprise, Glowering with grizzled brows beneath his busby, Straight in his ancient uniform, his gun Firm in his arm, his hand on his right nipple, The fixed and regulation attitude, Standing thus every night before your threshold, Giving himself a password full of pride, Pleased with a deed that's grave, and yet a jest, A Grenadier at Schonbrunn stands on guard About the son as once about the Father. 'Tis the last time! You'll never hear of it. 'Tis for myself. A private luxury. I must be mad to do a thing like this For no one's eye, but just to say " By Jove, That's rather good!" At Sch6nbrunn! In their teeth! But I'm delighted!-I'm content! [He hears the noise of a key in the door.] I'm damned! [The door opens gently.] Who can have got the key? [He retires into the shadow by the DUKE'S door.] [METTERNICH enters, carrying a large candelabrum.] [ I45] L'AIGLON METTERNICH. No, no! This scene Must never be repeated. FLAMBEAU. Nepomuk! METTERNICH. Yes, I will speak to-night. We are alone. [As he puts down the candelabrum he sees the hat.] What's this? I never knew he had one likeAh! the Archduchess must have sent him this; So there thou art, thou legendary hat! 'Tis many years-Good day!-What sayst thou? What? No, from thy little sable pyramid Twelve years of splendor gaze on me in vain. I do not fear thee now. The leathern tag With which he constantly could take thee off, And so win cheers yet leave thy shape unharmed. With thee he fanned himself after each victory; Thou couldst not fall from his unheeding fingers, But straight a king would stoop to pick thee up. To-day, my friend, thou art a reach-me-down, And if I tossed thee through the casement yonder Where wouldst thou end thy days? FLAMBEAU. [To himself.] In a museum! METTERNICH. The famous little hat-how very ugly! They called it little-is it really little? No; it is big; enormous; it's the hat A little man puts on to increase his inches. For 'twas a hatter set the legend going: The real Napoleon, after all, was Poupart. Ah, never think my hatred of thee slumbers! 'Twas for thy shape's sake first I hated thee, [ 146] L'A I G LON Thou vampire-bat of bloody battle-fields, Hat that seemed fashioned out of raven's wings. I hated thee for pitilessly soaring Above the fields which witnessed our defeats, Half-circle, seeming on the ruddy sky The orb half-risen of some sable sun! And for thy crown wherein the devil lurks, Thou juggler's hat, laid with a sudden hand Upon a throne, an army, or a nationWhen thou wert lifted all had disappeared. I hated thee for the salutes I gave thee, For thy simplicity-mere affectationThy insolent joy, thou piece of common beaver Amid the glittering diadems of gold; For staying firmly on his haughty head When I sought flattering epithets to please thee. Conqueror, new, acclaimed, I hated thee! I hate thee now, old, conquered and betrayed! I hate thee for thy haughty shadow, cast Forever on the wall of history; I hate thee for thy Jacobin cockade, Staring upon me like a bloodshot eye; For all the murmurs sounding in thy shell, That huge black shell the waves have left behind Wherein the shuddering listener may hear The rumor of a nation on the march. I hate thee for the pride of France, whose bounds Thou hast enlarged until she scorns the world; For Beranger I hate thee, and Raffet, For all the songs and all the pasquinades, And for the halo of Saint Helena. I hate thee, hate thee. I shall not be happy Until thy clumsy triangle of cloth, Despoiled of its traditions, is again What it should ne'er have ceased to be in FranceThe headgear of a village constable. [ 147 ] L'A I G LON I hate-but suddenly-how strange!-the present Sometimes with impish glee will ape the past!Seeing thy well-known shape before me thus Carries my mind back to a distant day, For it was here he always put thee down When twenty years ago he sojourned here. This room was then the ante-chamber; here, Waiting till graciously he showed himself, Dukes, Princes, Magyars, huddling in a corner, Fixed from afar their humbled eyes upon thee, Like lions, dreading with a helpless fury The tamer's hat forgotten in the cage. 'Twas thus he placed thee, and here lay, as now, Weapons and papers. One might say 'twas he Had tossed thee carelessly upon the map, That this were still his home, this Bonaparte! And that. by turning, on the threshold-thereI should behold the Grenadier on[He starts on seeing FLAMBEAU standing rigid before the DUKE'S door; he rubs his eyes.] Ha! No! no! I'm feverish; my tete-a-tete With the old hat plays havoc with my nerves! [He looks and draws near. FLAMBEAU does not move. ] Or have the moonbeams conjured up a spectre? What is it, then? Let's see-let's see-let's see! [He strides furiously toward FLAMBEAU.] Who are you, fellow? FLAMBEAU. [Presenting his bayonet.] Who goes there? METTERNICH. [Recoiling.] The devil! [ 148] L' AIGLON FLAMBEAU. [Coldly.] Pass, devil. METTERNICH. [With a forced laugh, coming toward him again.] Yes,-a very clever jest, ButFLAMBEAU. [Presenting his bayonet again.] Who goes there? METTERNICH. [Recoiling.] ButF LAM B EA U. Move and you are dead. METTERNICH. But-IFLAMBEAU. Quiet! METTERNICH. Let me pass! FLAMBEAU. The Emperor sleeps! METTERNICH. What! FLAMBEAU. Silence! METTERNICH. I'm the Austrian Chancellor! I am all-powerful! I'mFLAMBEAU. Shut your mouth 1 METTERNICH. I want to see the Duke of Reichstadt! [ I49] L'AI G LON F L A M B E A U. Out! METTERNICH. How-out? FLAMBEAU. What's Reichstadt? Never heard of Reichstadt! Auerstadt, Elchingen, they're dukes I know. Reichstadt's no duke. There's been no victory there. METTERNICH. But, we're at Sch6nbrunn! FLAMBEAU. I should rather think so! Thanks to our new success we're quartered here; And here we're getting ready at our leisure To give the world another drubbing! See? METTERNICH. What's that you say? A new success? FLAMBEAU. Colossal! METTERNICH. This is July the ninth in EighteenFLAMBEAU. Nine! METTERNICH. Can I be mad? FLAMBEAU. Who are you? Where d'you spring from? Why aren't you snug in bed? It's very fishyMETTERNICH. IFLAMBEAU. Who let this braggart pass? The Mameluke? METTERNICH. The Mameluke? [ 150] L'A I G LON FLAMBEAU. All's going to the dogs! METTERNICH. ButFLAMBEAU. You here in the ante-room at night! METTERNICH. But IFLAMBEAU. You calmly cross the Rosa chamber Unchallenged by the sentinel on guard! METTERNICH. What? FLAMBEAU. When you ventured through the small rotunda, Was there no yatagan to shave your cheek? Were there no sergeants in the white saloon Brewing their punch upon the golden stove? No bristling veterans in the china-room? And in the galleries? The Grenadiers Saw you come strolling as a matter-of-course? A man may cross the oval cabinet And not be turned to mince-meat by Duroc? METTERNICH. The Marshal-? F LA M B E A U. Is the bulldog turned to lapdog? METTERNICH. I come hereF L A MBEAU. So the palace is an inn? And when you'd managed all the sentinels, Where were the rest? The porter? Gone to bed? [ 15' ] L' AIGLON The valet? Absent? And the secretary? Where was he hidden? In his own portfolio? METTERNICH. But IFLAMBEAU. Instead of being after.you, No doubt the Aide-de-Camp was after women! METTERNICH. ButFLAMBEAU. And the Moor was saying prayers to Allah? At any rate it's lucky I was here. What discipline! If he looks into this I'll bet my head he'll let the beggars know! METTERNICH. I'm goingFLAMBEAU. Ah! don't stir! You'll wake him! He's sleeping on his little bed of laurels. METTERNICH. [Falling into an armchair.] Was never such a dream! 'Twill make an epic! [His hand touches the flame of one of the candles.] Well, but this candleFLAMBEAU. Burns. METTERNICH. [Feeling the point of FLAMBEAU'S bayonet.] This weaponFLAMBEAU. Stings I METTERNICH. Then I'm awake! I'm[152] L'A I G LON FLAMBEAU. Hold your tongue! METTERNICH. And what of Waterloo? FLAMBEAU. Of water-what? [Listening.] The Emperor stirred. METTERNICH. The Emperor?. FLAMBEAU. Oh, my stars! Now you turn whiter than a bugler's horse! METTERNICH. It is the Duke of Reichstadt! I'm not scared! It is the Duke! I'm sure of it! FLAMBEAU. The Emperor! [The DUKE enters, with the reading lamp in his hand.] METTERNICH. Aha! 'Tis you! 'Tis you! It is your Highness! Ah, but how glad I am! THE DUKE. [Pulzled.] Why are you glad? METTERNICH. The joke was played so well, I really thought Another might come out! FLAMBEAU. [As if waking from a dream. ] Faith, so did I! [153 L'AI G LON TH E DUKE. [To FLAMBEAU.] What's this? FLAMBEAU. My little joke. METTERNICH. [Ringing.] Help! THE DUKE. Fly! FL A B E A U. The window! THE DUKE. The sentinel will shoot you! FLAMBEAU. If he can. THE DUKE. Your livery! METTERNICH. [Putting his foot on it.] No! FLAMBEAU. Bah! [Aside to the DUKE, while METTERNICH rings again. ] I will seek my cavern. THE DUKE. But IFLAMBEAU. The ball to-morrow! THE DUKE. Are you mad? [154 ] L'A I G LO N FLAMBEAU. You'll find me. TH E DUKE. Quiet! [FLAMBEAU goes out by the window.] METTERNICH. If he'd only break His neck-He's singing! THE DUKE. [On the balcony.] Hush! FLAMBEAU'S VOICE. My little joke! [A shot is heard.] THE DUKE. Missed! METTERNICH. With what ease he finds his way about. THE DUKE. He knows it; he has been here once before. METTERNICH. [To the LACKEYS wzho show themselves at the door.] Too late. Begone. I do not need your help. [The LACKEYS disappear.] THE DUKE. And not a word of this to the police! METTERNICH. I never raise a laugh against myself. What's the importance of a veteran's joke? You're not Napoleon? THE DUKE. Who has settled that? METTERNICH. You have his hat, perhaps, but not his head! [ I55 ] L'A I G LON THE DUKE. Ah, yes, an epigram to damp my ardor. 'Tis not the pin-prick this time, 'tis the lash That drives me headlong toward the wildest dreams. I've not the head, you say? How do you know? METTERNICH. [Takes the candelabrum in his hand and leads the DUKE to the cheval glass.] How do I know? Just glance into this mirror. Look at the sullen sadness of your face, The grim betrayal of your fair complexion, This crushing golden hair-I bid you look! THE DUKE. [Struggling to get out of his grasp.] No! METTERNICH. You're environed with a fatal mist! THE DUKE. No! METTERNICH. Though you know it not, 'tis Germany, 'Tis Spain, for ages dormant in your blood, Make you so haughty, sorrowful, and charming. THE DUKE. No! no! METTERNICH. Bethink you of your self-distrust! You-reign? Come, come! You would be pale and wan; One of those timid, introspective kings Who are imprisoned lest they abdicate. THE DUKE. No, no! [ 56] L'A I G L O N METTERNICH. Not yours the energetic brow! Yours is the brow of languor and of yearning. THE DUKE. [Shaking, passes his left hand across his brow.] My-brow? METTERNICH. And drearily your Highness passes Over an Austrian brow a Spanish hand! THE DUKE. My-hand? METTERNICH. Observe the frail and tapering fingers Seen fair and jewelled in long lines of portraits! THE DUKE. No! METTERNI CH. And those eyes through which your ancestors Look forth! THE DUKE. The eyes-? METTERNICH. Ay! note them well! The eyes Wherein how many eyes we've seen before Dream of the fagot, weep for perished squadrons! Dare you, whose conscience is so sensitive, Ascend the throne of France with eyes like those? THE DUKE. Ah! but my Father!METTERNICH. Naught of him is in you! Search! Search again! Come closer to the light! He stole our ancient blood to mix with his, [ I57] L'A I G LON That his might grow more ancient. But he stole Only the racial melancholy, and The feebleness, andTHE DUKE. I beseech you! METTERNICH. Look! Look in the mirror! You turn pale? THE DUKE. Enough! METTERNICH. And on your lips you recognize the pout As of a doll, of Marie Antoinette, Her whom your France beheaded; for your Father, While stealing glory, stole mishap as well! Nay! raise the chandelier! [He forces the chandelier into the DUKE'S right hand, and holds him by that wrist.] THE DUKE. I am afraid. METTERNICH. You cannot gaze into this glass at night, But all your race will gibber at your back! Look-in the gloom-that shade is Mad Johanna, And yonder Thing, that moves so deathly slow, Is the pale sovereign in his crystal coffin. THE DUKE. No! 'Tis the radiant pallor of my Father! METTERNICH. Yonder, recoiling, Rudolph and his lions! THE DUKE. The clash of steeds and weapons! 'Tis the Consul! [ 58] L'AI G LON METTERNICH. Lo! in a noisome crypt one fashions gold. THE DUKE. He fashions glory on the sands of Egypt. METTERNICH. Aha! Here's Charles the Fifth, with hair cropped close, Dying for having sought self-burial! THE DUKE. Help! Father! METTERNICH. The Escurial! Grisly phantoms And frowning walls! THE DUKE. Ah, hither! smiling visions: Compifgne and Malmaison! METTERNICH. You see them! see them! THE DUKE. Roll, drums of Arcola, and drown his voice! METTERNICH. The mirror's teeming! THE DUKE. [Twisting his wrist loose, but still holding the chandelier.] I will shatter it! METTERNICH. Others, and others yet, arrive! THE DUKE. [Hurling the chandelier into the mirror.] 'Tis shattered! Not one remains! Not one! 1 59] L'A I G LON METTERNICH. [Pointing at the DUKE with a terrible gesture.] Yes!-One! THE DUKE. No, no! It is not I! Not I!-My Father!-Help! CURTAIN. [ I6o] THE FOURTH ACT The Park at Schbnbrunn. Ruins of a Romtan Arch in the centre, in front of which is a fountain. Entrances on the right and on the left. Towards the right, in front, is a pile of stones, parts of columns, a head of Neptune, a broken urn, the whole covered with ivy and shrubs. Orange-trees in boxes, bearing fruit and blossom, are dotted about, with lamps hanging in their foliage. At the rise of the curtain a gay throng of LORDS and LADIES in dominos and other disguises are moving about the stage. FIRST MASK. A W HO is the clown? SECOND MASK. Don't know. [i6i ] L'A I GLON THIRD MASK. The Cardinal? FIRST MASK. Don't know. SECOND MASK. The Punchinello? THIRD MASK. I don't know. FOURTH MASK. It's too delicious. FIFTH MASK. All incognito. THE PUNCHINELLO. [To a lady in a domino.] Your earTHE DOMINO. What for? THE PUNCHINELLO. Ah, hush! My secret! FIRST MASK. WatteauTHE PUNCHINELLO. [To another DOMINO.] Your earFIRST MASK. Would have delighted in these figuresTHE DOMINO. [To the PUNCHINELLO.] What for? THE PUNCHINELLO. Ah, hush! My secret! FIRST MASK. And these ruins. [ 62 ] L'A I G LO N ANOTHER MASK. All is uncertain, tremulous, and vagueOur hearts, the music, moonbeams, and the water. METTERNICH. And so, dear Attache of the French Embassy, Here I've contrived half-darkness and half-silence, And yonder in the music and the light The ballTHE ATT A C H E. It's reallyMETTERNICH. Rather good, I think. This wayTHE ATTACHE. You condescend to be my guide? METTERNICH. Dear friend, I'm prouder of this little ball, Of having mingled all these courtly perfumes With the wild odors of the midnight woods, Than ever of the Congress of Verona. That is the vestiary and the way out So that in leaving you may find at once Your Polish mantle or your overcoat. Lastly, the theatre which I've contrived On yonder bowling-green, near Cupid's fountain, Where, in a set-piece made of natural foliage, Some princely amateurs will play " Michel And "-I don't know-some dainty little piece By a French author: Eugdne-what's-his-name? THE ATTACHE. And-supper? METTERNICH. Here. [ 163 L' AIGLON THE ATTACH E. What? METTERNICH. Every box will blossom With snowy tablecloths and golden dishes. THE ATTACHE. The orange-trees? METTERNICH. My own idea. They'll bring All they can find. Under each leafy ball Two couples will be seated, starved and laughing. THE ATTACH E. Supper in short at separate orange-trees? Splendid. METTERNICH. Why, yes.-And as for grave affairs[To a LACKEY.] Tell them to play no more Slavonic dances[To the ATTACHE.] I do not put them off. Not I. I leave Ere supper-time to meet the HospodarsThey are awaiting me[To a LACKEY.] Those wreaths are skimpy. My hobby's organizing balls like this; And when the revelry is at its highest Back to the everlasting Eastern Question! I love to rule a people and a ball: The Arbiter of EuropeTHE ATTACHiE. And its elegance! GENTZ.,rbiter Elegantiarum! [I64] L'A I G LON METTERNICH. Ah, You're talking Latin; you've been drinking? GENTZ. Rum. METTERNICH. Fanny has kept you very late at table; Oh, this liaison! you're as good as lost. GENTZ. What? I and Fanny? Off. METTERNICH. What? GENTZ. Off. METTERNICH. [Seeing the Prefect of Police.] Sedlnizky. SEDLNIZK Y. One word. GENTZ. [To METTERNICH.] It's off. [To a DOMINO.] 'Twas wrong to bring you, Fanny. If they discovered you! What an imprudence! A public dancer! FANNY. Oh, I'll dance discreetly. GENTZ. They'll find you out. For heaven's sake be clumsy. METTERNICH. A plot? SEDLNIZKY. Yes; for the Duke!-and at this ball! [ 65] L'AI G LON METTERNICH. [Lightly.] Here! you alarm me! GENTZ. Be an angel, Fanny, And tell me why you wished to come. FAN NY. Caprice. METTERNICH. I fear the Duke no more. I've killed his pride, And he's in mourning for it. He'll not come. SEDLNIZKY. But there's a plot! METTERNICH. Bah! SEDLNIZKY. WomenMETTERNICH. Featherbrains. SEDLNIZKY. No! Noble ladies. METTERNICH. Really? SEDLNIZKY. Poles and Greeks: Princess Grazalcowitch. METTERNICH. Grazalcowitch! That's terrible! [To a LACKEY.] Pray let me have a sandwich. [ 66] L'A I G LON SEDLNIZKY. You laugh?-Hush!-Here they come. They've fled the light And seek a nook to whisper in. [Enter several DOMINOS.] ONE OF THE DOMINOS. My dear, How sweet it is to run a risk for his sake. SECOND DOMINO. Let us conspire! THIRD DOMINO. His hair's such lovely auburn. FOURTH DOMINO. It's like a pretty little halo, dear, Through which a regal crown is dimly seen. FIFTH DOMINO. He has a doubly-fascinating charm:A fair Napoleon! Hamlet dressed in white! FIRST DOMINO. Let us conspire! SECOND DOMINO. First, I suggest we order A golden bee from Stieger in Vienna. ANOTHER DOMINO. Vienna! Why? That would be idiotic! We'll have it made by Odiot in Paris. FOURTH DOMINO. I move we always wear with every dress A very striking bunch of violets. FIRST DOMINO. That's it, Princess! [ 67] L'A I G LON ANOTHER DOMINO. And let us risk returning To Empire fashions. SECOND DOMINO. For evening: not for day. THIRD DOMINO. Dear, don't forget the horrible short waists. ALL. And all the puffs!-and ruches!-Dearest! M ETTERNICH. LadiesALL. Good heavens! METTERNICH. Go on with your delicious plotting. Conspire! conspire! Ha-ha! [He goes out, laughing heartily.] FIRST DOMINO. And now That thanks to idle chatter we've removed Whatever doubts Sedlnizky had aroused, We'll prove that after female Machiavellis The Metternichest Metternich's a baby. ALL. Yes! FIRST DOMINO. Each remembers what she has to do? ALL. Yes! FIRST DOMINO. Mingle with the dances. [ 168] L'AI G LON SEVERAL MASKS. [Pursuing another.] He's so funny! A MASK. It must be Sandor! ANOTHER. No! it's Fiirstenberg! ANOTHER. And who's the bear, dancing to Schubert's waltz? A MASK. What's sad Elvira's dress? A star? GENTZ. A night-light. A MASK. Thecla, the hypocrite-? GENTZ. Disguised as Truth. TIBURTIUS. [Entering with THERESA.] Not gone to Parma, sister? THERESA. No. To-morrow. The Duchess put it off to see this ball. [Pointing to a Domino who passes at the back accompanied by a Mask.] She's yonder with Bombelles: the greenish cape. TIBURTIUS. I'm glad you're going, for Noblesse oblige; I couldn't stand much more of those asides Between the little Bonaparte and you. THERESA. What? [169] L'A I G LON TIBURTIUS. 'Tis our glory that our ancestors Have not been over-prudish with our kings; It is no fall to pick up handkerchiefs When on the handkerchief a lily's broidered. But honor never will accept a rag Which bears the Bonapartist weed and hornet. Woe to the Ogre's brat-! THERESA. What! TIBURTIUS. If he touched you! THERESA. You use expressions, brotherTIBURTIUS. They are warnings. A BEAR. [Passing with a Chinese woman.] How do you know I am a diplomat? THE CHINESE WOMAN. Why, by the skilful way you hide your claws. THE ATTACH 1. [Pursuing FANNY.] Is there no way of knowing who you are? Now, are you English? FAN NY. Ja. THE ATTACHE. Or German? FANNY. Oui. PROKESCH. [Entering with the DUKE.] My Lord, is not the ball beyond compare? [ 70] L'A I G LON THE PUNCHINELLO. [To a DOMINO.] Your ear-! THE DOMINO. What for? THE PUNCHINELLO. My secret! Hush! [To another DOMINO.] Your ear! PROKESCH. This corner's charming, given up to shadowsTHE CHINESE WOMAN. [To the BEAR.] What are you carrying on your arm? THE BEAR. My nose-ring. PROKESCH. Charming, those scattered blocks, the broken god, The ivied urn, and, in its frame of stone, Yonder the water. It is likeTHE DUKE. A mirror! PROKESCH. What had Prince Metternich to say last night? [Seeing the DUKE unmask.] You take your mask off? THE DUKE. And, alas, that's all. A stone. PROKESCH. What for? THE DUKE. To cast into the pondAll's vanished. Only circles on the water. [ 7I ] L'A I G L O N PROKESCH. You are depressed, and yet to-night the plot Must come to a head if I may trust the symptoms. These lines were slipped into my hand this morning: [He takes a note out of his pocket.] "Ask him to be there early, and to wear His uniform beneath a violet cloak." THE DUKE. Oh, 'twere too criminalPROKESCH. The noteTHE DUKE. The note Is from a woman anxious not to miss me. I've taken her advice, for I am here Only for love's adventure. PROKESCH. No! THE DUKE. That's all. PROKESCH. But then-the plot? THE DUKE. Oh, 'twere too criminal, Dear country, made of sunshine and of laughter, To raise upon the high seat of thy glory A child of night, misfortune, and the Escurial! What if, when I were seated there, the past, Plunging its yellow hands into my soul, With hideous claws unearthed some ancestor: Some Rudolph or some Philip? Ah! I dread Lest at the humming of Imperial bees The monster sleeping in me should awake. [ I72] L'AIGLON PROKESCH. [Laughing.] Prince, this is madness! THE DUKE. [With a shudder and a look which makes PROKESCH start back with horror.] Madness! Do you think so? PROKESCH. Good heavens! THE DUKE. Buried in their fastnesses, Cowering in Bohemia or Castile, Each had his madness. What is mine to be? Come! We'll decide! You see I am resigned. 'Tis time to choose-and I have choice enough: My thoughtful forebears left a catalogue! Shall I be melomaniac or astrologer? Catch birds, bend o'er alembics, mumble prayers? PROKESCH. Too well I see what Metternich has done! THE DUKE. Grandfather, shall I carry on your great Herbarium, where the hellebore is missing? Or shall I, living, play at being dead? Which ancestor will godfather my madness? The living-dead, the alchemist, or bigot? You see, they took their madness rather sadly, But mingled perfumes make a novel scent; My brain, mixed of these gloomy brains, may start Some pretty little madness of its own. Come! What shall my peculiar madness be? By heavens! My instincts, conquered till to-day, Make it quite simple: I'll be mad with love! I'll love and love, and crush, with bitter hate, This Austrian lip under a passionate kissl [ 73] L'A I G L O N PROKESCH. Prince! THE DUKE. As Don Juan I am all my race! Snarer of hearts, astrologer of eyes; I'll have herbaria full of blighted names, And the philosopher's stone I seek is love! PROKESCH. My Lord! THE DUKE. Why, if you think of it, dear friend, Napoleon's son, Don Juan, is strict logic. The soul's the same: ever dissatisfied; The same unceasing lust of victory. Oh splendid blood another has corrupted, Who, striving to be Caesar, was not able; Thy energy is not all dead within me. A misbegotten Caesar is Don Juan! Yes, 'tis another way of conquering; Thus I shall know that fever of the heart Which Byron tells us kills whom it devours; And 'tis a way of being still my father. Napoleon or Don Juan!-They're decision, The magic will, and the seductive grace. When to retake a great unfaithful land, Calm and alone, sure of himself and her, The adventurer landed in the Gulf of Juan, He felt Don Juan's thrill; and when Don Juan Pricked a new conquest in his list of loves, Did he not feel the pride of Bonaparte? And, after all, who knows whether 'tis greater To conquer worlds, or be a moment loved? So be it! 'Tis well the legend closes thus, And that this conqueror is the other's son. I'm the fair shadow of the dusky hero, [ '74] L'A I G L O N And, as he conquered nations, one by one, So will I conquer women, one by one. Moonbeams shall be my sun of Austerlitz! PROKESCH. Ah, silence! for your irony's too bitter. THE DUKE. Oh, yes; I know. I hear the spectres cryingBlue-coated spectres torn along the whirlwind" Well? What about the Imperial tale of triumph? Our toil? our wounds? our glory?-What about The snow, the blood, the history, the dead We left on all the fields of victory? What will you do with these? "-I'll charm the ladies! It's fine, among the people in the Prater, To ride a horse that cost three thousand florins, Which one can christen Jena. Austerlitz Is a sure bait to catch a fair coquette. PROKESCH. You'll never have the heart to use it thus. THE DUKE. Why, yes; why, yes, my friend. And in my scarfFor 'tis a thing looks well upon a loverI'll wear a dainty eaglet for a pin. There's music!-Now, O Caesar's son, you're but Mozart's Don Juan! Nay, not even Mozart's! Strauss's! I'll waltz; for now I must become Charming and useless: Austrian fancy-goods! My aunt?-Why-! PROKESCH. Oh, not that! THE DUKE. I want to see[PROKESCH goes out.] [ 175] L' AIGLON THE DUKE. How deep the linden's perfume is to-night. THE ARCHDUCHESS. Notice my salver. I'm so proud of it. THE DUKE. You represent? THE ARCHDUCHESS. The " Chocolate-girl," the famous Picture in Dresden. THE DUKE. [Affectedly.] Cha'ming. But your chocolate Must be a nuisance. THE ARCHDUCHESS. No. THE DUKE. Do put it down. THE ARCHDUCHESS. Well, Franz? A little bit in love with life? THE DUKE. Glad to be nephew of a pretty aunt. THE ARCHDUCHESS. And I am glad to have so big a nephew. THE DUKE. Too pretty. THE ARCHDUCHESS. And too big. THE DUKE. For such a game. THE ARCHDUCHESS. What game? THE DUKE. The game of tender intimacy. [176] L'AI G LON THE ARCHDUCHESS. I fear your eyes to-night-! THE DUKE. But I love yours! THE ARCHDUCHESS. Ah, now I see! As all the court is masked, Even friendship wears the domino of love. THE DUKE. Oh friendship-auntie with a cousin's eyesFriendship and love are always much too near 'Twixt aunts and nephews, god-sons and god-mothersOh! do but smell the fragrance of the lindens!'Twixt pretty chocolate-girls and officers, And frontier incidents are bound to happen. THE ARCHDUCHESS. Our friendship's lost its bloom. THE DUKE. I dearly love This sentiment one cannot understand, Where all's confused and mingledTHE ARCHDUCHESS. No, let be. [She moves away.] THE DUKE. Oh, if you put on airs of an Archduchess-! THE ARCHDUCHESS. Farewell; you've pained me deeply, Franz. [She goes.] THE DUKE. Ah, bah! Into our friendship I let fall a drop, And friendship turns to troubled love. I'll wait. [He sees THERESA.] [ 177] L'A I G L N Why! What is this? How comes it you are here? So you're not hastening toward the skies of Parma? And all this grass? What are you? THERESA. "Little Brooklet." THE DUKE. Ah, yes, I know. An exile on his rock, My father had a brooklet for his friend To drown the gaoler's voice, and that is why At Sch6nbrunn, which is my Saint Helena, My soul must not be left deprived of comfort. Having the gaoler I've the brooklet too. THERESA. But you will never stoop to look at me. THE DUKE. Because I dreamed of flying from my rock; But that's all over. THERESA. How? THE DUKE. All hope is gone. I wake from dreams. THERESA. You suffer? THE DUKE. Little Brooklet Must give her murmuring freshness. THERESA. Here it is. THE DUKE. What if I trouble its waters? THERESA. Trouble them. [ I78] L' AIGLON THE DUKE. Come to the little house among the treesMy hunting lodge-to-night! THERESA. I am to come- I THE DUKE. Say neither yes nor no.-I'll waitTHERESA. Alas! THE DUKE. Think how unhappy I shall henceforth be! I've lost all hope of playing a great part; I can but weep; I need a heart to weep on. Away! A MASK. [Seeing a stout lady dressed as a shepherdess.] That shepherdess has eaten her flock! THE BEAR. If you'll but love meTHE CHINESE WOMAN. You will sell your skin? A DOMINO. [Passing on GENTZ'S arm.] The Viscount's here as Doge in grand dalmatic. GE N T Z. Then is the Baroness the Adriatic. THE DUKE. [Who has scribbled a note; to a LACKEY.] This for my lackeys. I shall not come in. I'm sleeping at the hunting-lodge. Make haste! Let me have word they've read and understood. THE LACKEY. Nought else, my Lord? [ 179] L'A IGLON THE DUKE. To-morrow the bay mare. FANNY ELSSLER. His uniform beneath aTHE DUKE. [Turning.] Violet cloak. Prokesch! I said your note was from a woman! FAN NY. [Pointing to the ATTACHE, who has followed her.] Let me get rid of this importunate mask. And I'll come back. THE DUKE. I'll wait. 'Tis fate. I yield. I'll love, with stormy April in my heart. I'll love-like these-like all! BOMBELLES. [Who has come in, with MARIA LOUISA. She sits on the stone bench.] Was he in love? MARIA LOUISA. What! must you still be harping on him? BOMBELLES. Yes. THE DUKE. My mother and Bombelles-! BOMBELLES. Speak! MARIA LOUISA. I don't know. He was intimidated in my presence. Even on his throne, beneath his golden laurels, He felt his inequality of birth; [ I80] L'A I G L O N And then, to keep a countenance, he'd call me His " Good Louisa." Yes! such shocking taste! For I love sentiment. I am a woman. BOMBELLES. And queen of all! MARIA LOUISA. A little thing I said When Saint Aulaire came to my room at Blois With news of his disasters, made them furious. I was in bed. My naked foot peeped out, And, lying on the polished wood, as if Thomire had carved it, seemed at once to turn The Medicean bed into an Empire bed. And seeing the Envoy furtively look down, I smiled and said, " You're looking at my foot." And so he was. In spite of all misfortunes, Indeed the man was looking at my foot. Was this coquettish? Well, what of it? Heavens! Where was the crime if I remained a woman? For, after all, amid the crash of France, The beauty of my foot had some importance! THE DUKE. Would I could fly! but I am glued to the spot! BOMBELLES. What's the grey pebble in your bracelet? MARIA LOUISA. That? Ah, I can never see it without tears. That is a fragmentBOMBELLES. Of the Pyramids? MARIA LOUISA. What nonsense! 'Tis a fragment of the tomb Where Juliet sleeps beside her RomeoI had this souvenir[18I] L'A I G LON BOMBELLES. For pity's sake Don't mention Neipperg! MARIA LOUISA. If he irritates you, Why speak about the first? BOMBELLES. That's different, But did you'love him? MARIA LOUISA. Whom? BOMBELLES. The-first. MARIA LOUISA. Again? BoMBELLES. So great a man! You mustMARIA LOUISA. Oh, as for that, No man is ever loved because he's great. Let's talk of him no more: let's talk of us. Will you like Parma? BOMBELLES. Tell me, was he jealous? MARIA LOUISA. So much so that he drove away Leroy, Because the poor man-milliner cried out With admiration when he saw my shoulders,, While trying on a peplum. BOMBELLES. Then NapoleonMARIA LOUISA. Oh, hush! [ 82] L'AIGLON BOMBELLES. Would not have liked to hear me say How fair they are? Would not have likedMARIA LOUISA. Bombelles! BOMBELLES. To hear me whisper to your MajestyTHE DUKE. Father, forgive me for the things I hear! BOMBELLES. That you are like our own Arlesian maids But, ah! how much more beautiful!MARIA LOUISA. Oh, Charles! BOMBELLES. Would not have liked to see me bend and pressTHE DUKE. [Breaking in upon them.] Not that! I will not have it! I forbid you!Thank God, I'm saved! MARIA LOUISA. Franz! THE DUKE. For this cry, this movement Were not my own. Within me still remains A reverence for my mother and her freedom! 'Twas he-'Twas he by whom my soul's possessed, Who sprang upon you with this tragic force! Thank God! I'm saved! The Corsican leapt out! BOMBELLES. Sir-! THE DUKE. Nothing, sir! [To MARIA LOUISA.] My humble duty, Madam! [1 I83] L'AI G LON Return to Sala, spend your days in peace. The castle has two wings, as I am told: One is a theatre and one a chapel. Thus dwelling in the middle, you shall feel Evenly balanced 'twixt the world and God. My humble duty! MARIA LOUISA. Franz! THE DUKE. Why, truly, Madam, It's your prerogative to be mere woman. Go, be a woman in the Sala palace; But tell yourself, Ah! tell yourself-and this Shall be your sad atonement for his glory, Widow who cast aside her widow's weeds!Tell yourself this: Men only gaze upon you For the immortal fame he robed you in, And only whisper praises of your beauty Because of old he conquered all the world! MARIA LOUISA. I'll hear no more! Bombelles, let us begone! THE DUKE. Return to Sala. I am saved. Thank God! MARIA LOUISA. Farewell! THE DUKE. O hands, cold hands within the tomb, Sad hands because the Imperial ring slipped from you, Hands that have held her brow who years ago Shed bitter tears that I was not her son, Hands laid in blessing on my orphaned soul, Weeping I kiss you, hands of Josephine! MARIA LOUISA. The Creole! Do you think at Malmaison-? [ 184 ] L'A I G LON THE DUKE. Silence! If it be true, all the more reason! All the more reason why I should be faithful! [MARIA LOUISA and BOMBELLES go out.] [Enter METTERNICH and SEDLNIZKY.] METTERNICH. [To SEDLNIZKY.] Yes, yes; I humbled that rebellious child! [He sees the DUKE.] You here? And in this uniform? What means? THE DUKE. Were we not asked to come here in-disguise? SEDLNIZKY. The pride your Excellency broke last night Even in its fragments keeps its insolence. [To the DUKE.] What are you dreaming of, far from the ball, My little Colonel? THE DUKE. Of my Little Corporal! METTERNICH. [On the point of breaking out.] Oh, I[Mastering himself.] But I must go to my despatches. 'Tis all to do again! [He and SEDLNIZKY go out.] [Enter FANNY ELSSLER.] FANNY. Prince! THE DUKE. No! that woman I will not-! [ 85 ] L' AIGLON FANNY. [Unmasking.] Fly? THE DUKE. [Recognizing her.] Fanny! FANNY. The plot! THE DUKE. What's that? FANNY. I'm in it. Let me tell youTHE DUKE. Ah! FAN NY. Look innocent. Sit down. Pretend you're very much in love. You on the rock. I on the Neptune's head. [Speaking to the stone head.] May I sit down, good Neptune? THE STONE HEAD. If you like. Only I warn you, it's all over ants. FANNY. Lord! Neptune's talking! THE DUKE. [Understanding and remembering.] Ah! beneath the ivy! FLAMBEAU. The entrance to my cavern through an ant-heap. THE DUKE. You! Flambeau! r I861 L'AIGLON F LAMBEAU In the cave of RobMASKS. Ho hi! FANNY. Hush! Masks! MASKS. Oh, very funny! [They pass out.] FLAMBEAU. -inson Crusoe! THE DUKE. What! Since last night? FLAMB E A U. Oh, yes; I smoke my pipeTHE DUKE. There in the hole? FLAMBEAU. You copied from the beggar Who first invented bearskins, so they say, And had a funny Mameluke called Friday. THE DUKE. I cannot find the spot. FLAMBEAU. It's on the right. Here, where I blow a cloud out of my pipe. FA NNY. The small Vesuvius! THE DUKE. You must beFLAMBEAU. Uncomfortable, But then-I said you'd find me at the ball. [ i87] L'A I GLON FANNY. If they should catch us talking to a smoke! FLAMBEAU. Ouch! THE DUKE. What's the matter? FLAMBEAU. An attack of ants. Since yesterday we've had the bloodiest battles. FANNY. ButFLAMBEAU. They outnumber me, but I've tobacco. I blow a blastTHE DUKE. You bring your heavy guns? FLAMBEAU. May I lift up my rock a bit? THE DUKE. Yes. FLAMBEAU. [Seeing MASKS approaching.] Nuns! THE DUKE AND FANNY. Hush! FLAMBEAU. Now I look as if I took the air On the tomb's balcony. THE DUKE. And in the moon Beside the urn, uplifting thus the stone, You're rising to the ghostly night-review. FLAMBEAU. I'm very hungry. [ 88] L'AIGLON FANNY. Hush! THE DUKE. [To some SERVANTS who enter bearing dishes.] What's that you carry? [The SERVANTS stop. The DUKE takes a little of everything.] Thank you. FANNY. [Stopping them.] One moment. [She takes what is left. The SERVANTS pass out.] THE DUKE. [Giving FLAMBEAU the cakes.] Take them. FLAMBEAU. Enough. My strength returns. [To FANNY.] Explain. We've little time. FANNY. [Nervously.] Well, then-the Countess-she is here-the CountessThat's how my nerve goes when I have to danceShe wears beneath a russet cloak your uniform, With which the Eaglet's turned into a sea-mew. She was already like you in the face, But since she's dyed her sable tresses fair Your glass could not distinguish you from her. So, while they play their " Michel and Christine," You'll change your mantle quickly with your cousinTHE DUKE. Put on a mask-! FANNY. And disappear like magic! [ 189] L' AIGLON THE DUKE. My double takes my placeFANNY. And openly Leaves the assemblyTHE DUKE. Sets me free of spiesFANNY. Goes home to Sch6nbrunnTHE DUKE. Locks the door with careFANNY. Forgets to wakeTHE DUKE. Till I am miles away. OnlyFANNY. What "only" is there? THE DUKE. Quite a big one. Suppose the false Duke's spoken to? FANNY. Impossible. It's all stage-managed like a ballet. Ladies Will flutter round him, keep intruders off, And as a ball from racket flies to racket He'll pass from hand to hand until he's sate. MASKS. [Running across at the back.] Who is the wolf? Wow! Wow! Who is the bear? There! There! FANNY. You leave the Gardens[190] L'A I G LON THE DUKE. By the Hietzing gateFANNY. No. THE DUKE. Where, then? FANNY. Listeners. I fan myself. Glance at your humble servant's pretty fan. THE DUKE. What for? FANNY. I've drawn a sketch-map of the park. Observe the road; it's red; it makes a bend; Do you see? The little squares of white are statues; The little dots of apple-green are trees; Thus you elude the evil-minded spies; Turn to the left; pass by the pheasantryTHE DUKE. What are the scratches? FANNY. Where the hill goes up. Then you go down again; pass by the Triton And come out Emperor at this little gate. All clearly understood?-I shut my fan. THE DUKE. Emperor! FLAMBEAU. That's right. Get out your robes and crown I Don't go so fast! THE DUKE. What's at the gate? FAN NY. A cab. [ 19] L'A I G LO N THE DUKE. A cab? FAN NY. With spanking horses; have no fear. THE DUKE. Where does it take me? FANNY. To the rendezvous. THE DUKE. Where's that? FANNY. Out of your way, but so the Countess Would have it:-Wagram. THE DUKE. What a Bonaparte! FAN NY. Well? Are you pleased? THE DUKE. Dear little Tanagra, I'll recompense your zealFAN NY. Ungrateful monster! THE DUKE. And Prokesch? FANNY. He'll be waiting for you there. THE DUKE. The only man whose eye we had to fearPrince Metternich-has left. All will go well. FLAMBEAU. Metternich gone! You never said a word! THE DUKE. Well[192] L 'A I G L O N FLAMBEAU. And you let me catch my death, beneath This beastly urn-! FANNY. Masks coming! MAS KS. Sandlor! Zichy! It's Thalberg!-Never!-Thalberg is a Turk! It's Cocica!-Not he!-He's fled!-Oh! catch him! FLAMBEAU.. Gone? THE DUKE AND FANNY. Gone. FLAMBEAU. [Emerging, dressed as in the previous act.] ThenTHE DUKE AND FANNY. Are you mad? FLAMBEAU. We'll shut the trap. T IE DUKE. But if they see you-! FANNY. Vanish! This is frightful! THE DUKE. What will they say? FLAMBEAU. I'll tell you what they'll sayMASKS. [Seeing FLAMBEAU.] And this one! Oh! a veteran of the Empire! FLAMBEAU. [To the DUKE.] Well, there you are, you see! That's what they'll say. I193] L'AIGLON MASKS. Capital! Capital! FLAMBEAU. I take my ease. A MASK. [To another.] Come and admire the veteran! THE OTHER. First rate! THIRD MASK. Look at his earrings! FOURTH MASK. And his bushy eyebrows! FLA M BEAU. But how shall I get out without a cloak? FANNY. Here's Gentz's ticket: such a handsome mantle. A MASK. Hail, Veteran! FLAMBEAU. The honor's mine. [The USHER enters, followed by SERVANTS who push on orange-trees, the boxes laid as tables.] THE USHER. Make room! THE LACKEY. [Who took the DUKE'S note.] They understand, my Lord. The hunting-lodge. FANNY. What's that? THE DUKE. I had forgotten. I gave ordersI was to spend the night there. Warn the Countess. Run! Run and say 'tis thither she must go! [FANNY goes out quickly.] [ 194] I I I t I /, ' / I L'AIGLON A MASK. [To FLAMBEAU.] Well, Sergeant? So you servedFLAMBEAU. The gr-reatSEVERAL MASKS. [Laughing.] The gr-reat! FLAMBEAU. They didn't laugh when we were quartered on 'em! EXCLAMATIONS. A picture by Raffet!-Charlet!-Vernet! SEVERAL MASKS. How worn his coat is!-And how singed!-And dusty!Who's your costumier?-Tell us! FLAMBEAU. They are ladies:The ancient firm of War and Victory Sisters. A MASK. That's good. FLAMBEAU. It's not the firm you patronize. FIRST MASK. I'll swear it's Zichy. [Offering his hand.] Count, your hand. FLAMBEAU. [Blowing a puff of smoke in his face.] Get out. FIRST MASK. [Going out, to the others.] He's masked his language as he's masked his face. FLAMBEAU. [Singing.] When we marched to Krasnoi, Cold and hungry, too, were we! [ I95] L'AIGLON A MASK. He's really excellent. In Russia, old 'un, 'Twas pretty cold? FLAMBEAU. Yes; till we gave 'em hell. [Sings.] By Jingo, but it keeps you warm Merely to see his uniform! A MASK. His uniform wants patching now, though; what? FLAMBEAU. So did your breeches when he'd kicked you; what? SEVERAL. Ha! Very funny! FIRST MASK. Natural. SECOND MASK. Exact. THIRD M A SK. But doubtful taste. THE USHER. The comedy's begun! FANNY. [To the DUKE.] I'm back again. The Countess understands. FLAMBEAU. [To THERESA.] Will you accept a veteran's arm? THERESA. No. FLAMBEAU. Why? [I96] L'AIGLO N THERESA. I'm leaving, sir. Apart from that, I'm French, And see no humor in a parody Of heroes whom by chance you conquered. FLAMBEAU. YouAh! I adore you! [She runs away. Just as she is disappearing tie DUKE makes a movement toward her.] THE DUKE. Ah!-the tryst. THERESA. The tryst-? THE DUKE. No-nothing. [THERESA passes on.] She must keep it. She must show Whether she would have been sublimely weak, And given herself unthinking-without hopeOnly because she saw me sad to-night. FAN NY. [To FLAMBEAU.] Watch where they've got to in the comedy. [FLAMBEAU goes to the entrance of the theatre.] [To the DUKE.] The time has come. FLAMBEAU. All eyes are running over With grief for Stanislas, the mournful Pole. FAN NY. Here is the Countess, Duke. THE DUKE. My very image! I'm coming toward myself as in a glass. [The COUNTESS CAMERATA enters, dressed exactly like the DUKE, with the exception of her cloak, which is brown.] [ I97] L'A I G L O N THE COUNTESS. Well met, Napoleon! THE DUKE. And Napoleone! THE COUNTESS. I'm very calm-and you? THE DUKE. I see the risks You'll run for my sake. THE COUNTESS. Not for your sake. THE DUKE. Ah? THE COUNTESS. No! For the name, the glory, and our blood! THE DUKE. You bravely clash your arms, fair Amazon! THE COUNTESS. The deed were nothing, were it done for love. THE DUKE. Speaking of love, if, when you've taken my place In yonder hunting-lodge, by any chance A woman cameTHE COUNTESS. Ah! I felt sure of it! THE DUKE. Tell her about my flight-and swear to meFLAMBEAU. [At the entrance to the theatre, describing the play.] The soldier holds his tongue! THE COUNTESS. Good. [ 198] L' A I G LON FLAMBEAU. Doesn't murmur. THE DUKE. Swear you will tell me later if she comes. THE COUNTESS. Thinking of hearts, when Empire is at hand! THE DUKE. It is because I mount a throne to-morrow I lay such value on a heart to-night. O God! to feel respect in every kiss, Snares in avowals, in embraces dread, And in fair eyes, more dazzled than in love, See laurel-wreaths about me as on coins! I was to pluck my last real love to-night! FLAMBEAU. [As before.] He's telling them about his pocket-book. THE DUKE. I would she kept this white and spotless tryst, She who has not yet studied to dissemble; 'Twere well she came, for nevermore, perchance, Whatever later trysts I yet may keep, Shall I be waiting with such eager love, As at the tryst to-night I may not keep. THE COUNTESS. I find your Highness very deeply stirred. THE DUKE. Less than I shall be if you say " She came." FLAMBEAU. [As before.] We must make haste, for with his eyes turned up, He's singing something to his colonel. THE COUNTESS. Changel [ 99] L'AIGLON FLAMBEAU. Wait for the signal. Have no fear; I'm watching. Attention! By the magic of my wand! THE COUNTESS. Think well! Perhaps you turn him into Caesar! FLAMBEAU. That's why my wand is fashioned of a ramrod. [Noise of people leaving the theatre.] They're coming! Now! [The DUKE and the COUNTESS exchange cloaks.] MASKS AND DOMINOS. [Entering.] They've dressed the orange-trees! ALL. Oh! FANNY. [To the DUKE, pointing to the COUNTESS.] There's our swarm of women buzzing round him. LADIES. [Around the false DUKE.] Prince!-Duke-! My Lord-! Your Highness-! GENTZ. No one else Has any chance to-night! CRIES. [From the tables.] Sandor! Zichy! Mina! THE DOMINO CALLED MINA. How did vou know me? A MASK. By your opal necklace. ANOTHER MASK. We'll gather oranges for our dessert. [ 200] L'A I G L O N A LADY. [To the false DUKE.] DukeMASKS. Danube sterlets! Caviar from the Volga I [All are seated.] GENTZ. [Rising, glass in hand.] Ladies and gentlemenALL. Hear! Hear! THE DUKE. Now comes The trying moment. GENTZ. I have filled this bumper In honorTHE DUKE. She is goingGENTZ. Of our friend, Who, having organized the feast, has left us Amid the music, flowers, delicious ices, To toil till dawn dictating his despatches. FANNY. How well she imitates your careless stride! GENTZ. To the Prince-chancellor, Counsellor, Chamberlain, Ladies and gentlemen, drain brimming glasses! Metternich, Austrian Prince, Grandee of Spain, Duke of Portella, Lord of DaruvarFANNY. She's coming forward! Look how calm she is GENTZ. Knight of Saint Ann[201] L'AI G LON FANNY. He helps us with his chatter, And doesn't know it. GENTZ. Knight o' the Swedish Seraphs, The Danish Elephant, the Golden FleeceFLAMBEAU. If Nepomuk has one or two more titlesGENTZ. Curator of the Fine Arts, Czechish MagnateTHE DUKE. She's over-doing it: I move more quickly. GENTZ. Bailiff of MaltaTHE DUKE. Ha! She stops! GENTZ. Grand Cross Of Charles the Third, the Falcon, Bear, and LionPhew-! THE ARCHDUCHESS. [To the LADY seated next to GENTZ.] He's fainting! Fan him quickly, someone! GENTZ. Fellow of all the Academies on earth-! ALL. Hurrah! F L A MBEAU. And while they clash their glasses, Prince, She's starting-she has startedTHE ARCHDUCHESS. [To the false DUKE.] Franz! Not going? [ 202 ] L 'A I G LON THE DUKE. Al's lost! FLAMBEAU. Damnation! THE ARCHDUCHESS. [To the false DUKE.] Wait! THE DUKE. The Archduchess Knew nothing of the plotTHE ARCHDUCHESS. You grieved me, Franz; Just now you- [She recognizes the COUNTESS.] Ah! THE DUKE. All's lost. THE ARCHDUCHESS. But[Offering her hand to the COUNTESS.] Well, good-night. THE COUNTESS. Ah, Madam-How-? THE ARCHDUCHESS. Why don't you kiss my hand? [The COUNTESS goes out.] A MASK. The Duke already gone? ANOTHER. He's whimsical. THE DUKE. [Meaningly, to the ARCHDUCHESS.] Your hand-as to the Duke? [ 203] L'AIGLON THE ARCHDUCHESS. Yes, gentle mask. GENTZ. And nowSEVERAL. Again P GENTZ. One wordVOICES. Oh, go ahead! GENTZ. I wanted to complete my little toast, But while the Duke was here I couldn't name The proudest title Metternich can boast of; But now we're rid of him, I have the honor: Ladies and gentlemen, here's the destroyer Of Bonaparte! ALL. Hurrah!-To the Destroyer! THE DUKE. [To FLAMBEAU.] What are you doing? FLAMBEAU. [Who is pouring his wine into his gun-barrel.] Lest it might go off! A MASK. This Bonapart — SECOND MASK. Wasn't marble. THIRD MASK. Stucco. THE DUKE. What! FLAMBEAU. Have a care! An Empire is at stake [204] L'AI G LO N A MASK. Much overpraisedFLAMBEAU. Take care! TIBURTIUS. A middling soldier, But then he rode a camel while in Egypt; What more do you want? A MASK. Gentz imitates him. FLAMBEAU. Lord! ANOTHER MASK. Do it! FLAMBEAU. [To the DUKE.] Remember, you're not here at all! GENTZ. [Arranging his hair, and striking the conventional attitude.] Curl-eye-hand-There! FLAMBEAU. Old fool! THE DUKE. He mocks him, yet Even the mockery's great, for it evokes him. TIBURTIUS. You know he used to tumble off his horse? FLAMBEAU. That's what the Ultras always said about him. A MASK. His talk was poor. L 205 ] L'AI G LON FLAMBEAU. Go on! THE DUKE. Oh, that's the rule. What could these worms and insects talk about If they had not the eagle to abuse? TIBURTIUS. His name was not Napoleon at all. FLAMBEAU. What I TIBURTIUS. That was manufactured. It's so simple! You want to make a sounding nameFLAM B E A U. You idiot! TIBURTIUS. Which shall creep into history by and by: Take three bright, simple vowels: Na-p —leAnd add a nasal sound: OnA MASK. Wonderful! TIBURTIUS. Yes: Na-po-le, the lightning; On, the thunder. FLAMBEAU. That's all! A MASK. What was his name? TIBURTIUS. What? Don't you know? A MASK. Why, no. TIBURTIUS. His name was Nicholas. [2061 L'A I G L O N FLAMBEAU. [Bursting out.] Be damned! SEVERAL MASKS. [Laughing.] Bravo the Veteran! GENTZ. [To FLAMBEAU.] Nicholas!-Have a quail. FLAMBEAU. [Taking the dish.] But Nicholas was good at winning battles. A MASK. And what a funny court he scraped together! SECOND MASK. If you talked titles, pedigrees, precedence, There wasn't a soul who had a word to say. FLAMBEAU. Wasn't Cambronne at Court to say the word? A MASK. But-in warFLAMBEAU. Oh-! SECOND MASK. What did he do? ANOTHER MASK. Why, wrote reports. A MASK. And always stood about on distant hills. FLAMBEAU. By God-! THE DUKE. Hush! [ 207] L' AI G LON TIBURTIUS. Once a ball was good enough To wound him in the foot at Ratisbon: Enough to make a subject for a picture. FLAMBEAU. [To the DUKE.] Be calm-! THE DUKE. Be calm-! FLAMBEAU. Just take away this knife. TIBURTIUS. In shortTHE DUKE. He'd best be careful what he says. FLAMBEAU. You must put up with it! THE DUKE. Not for an Empire! TIBURTIUS. In short this hero wasFLAMBEAU. Take care! Take carel TIBURTIUS. He was a coward. THE DUKE. Oh! THE FRENCH ATTACH E. No! That's a lie! ALL. Eh? What? TIBURTIUS. What's that? [ 2081 L'AIGLON ALL. Who spoke? GENTZ. I love a quarrel! FLAMBEAU. Aha! Thank God, there was a man among them! TIBURTIUS. Who dared-? THE ATTACH E. I dared, sir! GENTZ. He's the Attache Of the French Embassy. TIBURTIUS. You challenge me! You represent the King, sir! GENTZ. Quite amusing! THE ATTACH E. The King is not in question, but my country. You are insulting France, when you insult The man she loved through many glorious years. TIBURTIUS. Btonapart — THE ATTACH E. Please say Bonaparte. TIBURTIUS. Well, BonaparteTHE A TTACHE. The Emperor! TIBURTIUS. Your card? [209] L' A I GLON FLAMBEAU. [Who has disappeared for a moment, and has come back cloaked.] Come! I've got Gentz's cloak. It's lined with fur. [TIBURTIUS and the ATTACHE have exchanged cards. TIBURTIUS steps forward and nervously lights a cigar.] TIBURTIUS. [To a LACKEY.] A light. THE LACKEY. You hate the Corsican? TIBURTIUS. What's that? THE LACKEY. Your sister loves his son. Would you surprise them? TIBURTIUS. When? THE LACKEY. Now. TIBURTIUS. Where? THE LACKEY. Where I knowTIBURTIUS. Wait for me here. Austria shall be relieved. THE DUKE. [Placing his hand on the ATTACHE'S shoulder.] I thank you, sir. THE ATTACH E. [Turning.] What for, sir? [ 20] L'AI G LON THE DUKE. Hush. THE ATTACHE. The Duke! THE DUKE. A plot. THE ATTACH E. Amazement I THE DUKE. I've nothing but my secret. Now it's yours. We meet to-night at Wagram. Be there. THE ATTACHE'. II THE DUKE. Are you not one of us? THE ATTACH E. I am the King's. THE DUKE. But you're to fight a duel for my Father. And so we're somewhat brothers. Fare-you-well. THE ATTACH E. You hope to win me? THE DUKE. I am sure to win you. Did not my Sire win Philippe de Segur? THE ATTACHE. To-morrow I return to France. I warn youTHE DUKE. You are a future Marshal of the Empire. THE ATTACH E. I warn you, if my regiment meets yours I shall not hesitate to fire. [2II L'AIGLON THE DUKE. Of course not. Shake hands before we cut each other's throats. THE ATTACH E. If you have any messages for Paris, I get there on the fourth; I should be happyTHE DUKE. I hope to be there, sir, ahead of you. THE ATTACH E. Yet, if I reach the-kingdom-ere you come? THE DUKE. Salute for me the Column of Vend6me! CURTAIN. [2121 THE FIFTH ACT The battlefield of Wagram. Night. A small hill running off toward the left. A signpost stands on 'the hill. The DUKE is standing on the summit of the hill gazing across the battlefield. PROKESCH and FLAMBEAU are talking together in undertones near the front. FLAMBEAU. WAGRAM! THE DUKE. [Dreaming.] "My son shall reign-a mighty sovereign-" FLAMBEAU. Capital bit of country for the harvest. THE DUKE. "His task to foster whatsoe'er is good." FLAMBEAU. What solemn prayer is he reciting? PROKESCH. Hush! THE DUKE. "Complete my work, and not avenge my deathAll patriots-" [To PROKESCH.] The horses? [213] L'A IGLON PROKESCH. No, not yet. THE DUKE. "He would but ape me, if he made great wars-" PROKESCH. He is rehearsing all his Father's counsels. FLAMBEAU. Hush! THE DUKE. "He shall scorn all parties-" [To PROKESCH.] Well? The horses. PROKESCH. Too soon, my Lord. THE DUKE. Like an impatient lover I've come too early to my tryst with France. [He takes a few strides and finds himself in front of a sign-post.] Their sign-post! Is it true that I shall move Unhindered by their hideous black and yellow? How good to read upon the gleaming white " Road to Saint Cloud " instead of " Grosshofen." Grosshofen? Now I think of it, I ordered My regiment to Grosshofen at dawn. FLAMBEAU. What! THE DUKE. Yes; I gave the order yesterday, Before I knew. FLAMBEAU. We shall be far away. [An old man comes out of the cottage.] THE DUKE. Who's that? [2141 L'AI G LON FLAMBEAU. He's ours. His hut our meeting-place. Old soldier. Shows the battle-field to strangers. THE OLD MAN. There-on the leftFLAMBEAU. No, thanks. I know it. THE DUKE. Why Does he serve us? THE OLD MAN. I was dying yonder; The great Napoleon passedTHE DUKE. He always rode. Over a battle-field. THE OLD MAN. The Emperor stopped And had me cared for by his leachTHE DUKE. Ivan. THE OLD MAN. So, if his son is weary of Vienna, I'll help him go.-My arm-before his eyes! FLAMBEAU. It isn't everybody has the honor Of having limbs off in Napoleon's presence. THE OLD MAN. 'Twas war-time; so we fought. FLAMBEAU. We died. THE OLD MAN. We died. [215] L' AIGLON FLAMBEAU. We marched. THE OLD MAN. We marched. FLAMBEAU. We fired into the haze. THE OLD MAN. We fired. FLAMBEAU. Some grimy officer rode up, And roared, " We've conquered! " THE OLD MAN. So he roared to us. FLAMBEAU. What?-So he did. [Pointing to the DUKE.] Suppose he heard! THE DUKE. I hear. THE OLD MAN. Bah! My geraniums flourish. FLAMBEAU. Shouldn't wonder. For on this spot eleven drummer-boysTHE DUKE. Eleven drummer-boys-? FLAMBEAU. I see them now! Eleven bullet-heads, as like as peas, Between the flapping of their foolish ears, Who marched, they knew not whence, nor why, nor whither, But gayly marched and rolled their rataplan! We used to chaff them, for their funny ways [216] L'A I G LON Made them the darlings of the sutler's wife. But when they beat the charge like little rabbitsEleven drums with two-and-twenty sticksThey set our bayonets thrilling with their thunder; The quivering zigzags seemed to cry aloud, "Our lightning's not in vain! "-Well, on this spot, A brazen devil hiccoughed fire and steel And took them in the flank; yes! all the eleven! But, by the Lord! you should have seen the woman! She gathered up her apron like a gleaner, And madly gleaned the little ebony drumsticks. [He clears his throat.] Only to speak of it gives me a cold-! [He picks a red geranium.] Here's how to make a mere geranium A ribbon of the Legion: keep one petal. What? You look well upon my velvet lining? [To the DUKE.] Is this what you bestowed upon me, Sire? THE DUKE. I gave a phantomFLAMBEAU. And I wear a flower THE DUKE. [Seeing the conspirators enter.] Those shadows-? MARMONT. Friends. THE DUKE. [Turning.] Marmont? MAR MONT. Good luck, my Lord [217] L'A I G L O N THE DUKE. Why do the others stand so far away? MAR M O NT. Because they fear they may disturb your Highness, And, Sire, you are already Emperor! THE DUKE. The word strikes strangely on my wondering earThe Emperor! What Emperor is here? This youth of twenty on the throne? As through a casement now myself I see Pass down the shouting street; 'tis good to be Young, and the first Napoleon's son! All Notre Dame invades my dreaming soul, I see the incense, hear the organ roll, A nation offers up a prayer! God! what great causes may be served by kings! How they can love! Achieve what righteous things! Prokesch, the Future shows too fair! O France, who with thy blood didst write our name, With happy days I will repay the fame; I come, triumphant in my pride. Sun on my flags; the air with shouts is rent. The Champs Elysees, with their chestnut scent, Waft me fair welcome as I ride. FLAMBEAU. The women stand on chairs to see your face, Each the fair symbol of Parisian grace, The guns in wreaths of flowers are dressed; Fierce Paris madly hails your sovereignship. THE DUKE. It were like kissing France upon the lip If Paris took me to her breast. FLAMBEAU. And you will hear the sufferer's complaint; [218] L'AI G LON Do you not feel your hand already faint Signing so many an amnesty? THE DUKE. The lies they've told me make the truth more dear, Oh, Freedom, Freedom, thou hast nought to fear From one so late from bonds set free! What can I do to foster noble aims? Treviso, Montebello, these are names Their sons inherit without fear, But other names are glorious, and since My Father would have made Corneille a Prince I'll make our Victor Hugo Peer! I'll do-I'll do-I'll be the poor man's shield! The heroic savour, rising from this field, Gives me a foretaste of my home; Wagram! 'Twas well I hither came to drain The stirrup-cup upon thy glorious plain! Oh, my beloved France!-I come-! Ah-! FLAMBEAU. What is it? THE DUKE. Nothing. PROKESCH. You are suffering! THE DUKE. Yes, to the marrow, but a gallop cures me. Stars twinkle in the skies like golden rowels, Here are the steeds, and we're to ride to France! Embrace me, friend! PROKESCH. Emotion strangles me. THE DUKE. Brother! [219] L' AIGLON PROKESCH. My Lord! THE DUKE. Ah, hush!-The saddle-girth!Oh, it's delicious to escape on horseback Through such a night, in dancing-pumps! PROKESCH. [To MARMONT, pointing to the Conspirators.] Those youthsWhy have they come? MARMONT. Why, that the world may know They also were conspirators! THE DUKE. A whip! A CONSPIRATOR. [Introducing himself to the DUKE.] The Viscount of OtrantoTHE DUKE. Fouche's son I FLAMBEAU. [To the DUKE.] No matter now. [Arranging the horse.] The stirrup long? THE DUKE. No; short. SECOND CONSPIRATOR. [Bending low to the DUKE.] Goubeaux, the Countess Camerata's agent. Your humble servant GoubeauxTHE DUKE. Very well. [220 ] L' AI G LON GOUBEAUX. [Bowing once more.] The Countess's chief agent. THIRD CONSPIRATOR. [Advancing eagerly.] PionnetI'm Pionnet. I represent King Joseph; On his behalf I brought the subsidies. THE DUKE. [To FLAMBEAU, busy with the horse.] Only the snaffleFOURTH CONSPIRATOR. I arranged the guides And relays, and at yonder village, Sire, Disguises-Morchain. FLAMBEAU. All right, Whatsyourname. FOURTH CONSPIRATOR. Morchain! FIFTH CONSPIRATOR. I got the passports. Thankless task! See how the seals are forged! Guibert. ALL. [Each mentioning his name.] GoubeauxMorchain-Otranto-PionnetFLAMBEAU. We know. ONE OF THE CONSPIRATORS. Your Father had a memory for names. SIXTH CONSPIRATOR. [Hurrying up.] Borowski, Sire! It was my glorious task To hire the uniform the Countess wears 1 [221 ] L'AIGLON THE DUKE. Enough! Enough! I shall remember all, And best of all the one who has not spoken! Your name? [The man spoken to turns, and the DUKE recognizes the ATTACHE.] What! You here! THE ATTACH E. Not as partisan. Only as friend. Indeed no slight occasion Was neededFLAMBEAU [To the DUKE.] Mount! THE DUKE. The dawn is in the east, I seize the reins, and-Alea jacta est! THE ATTACH E. My Lord, if I have sought this rendezvous, 'Twas to defend youTHE DUKE. To defend me, sir? THE ATTACH E. I feared you were in dangerTHE DUKE. Danger?-What? THE ATTACH E. The rogue Tiburtius, whom I hope to pink, Sneaked from the ball and never sent his seconds, So I ran after him, and saw him meet Another rogue, and heard the two conspire To kill you at some rendezvous. [ 222 ] L'AIGLON THE DUKE. The Countess! THE ATTACH. The rendezvous was here, as you had told me. I came. All's well. I go. THE DUKE. The rendezvous Was in the hunting-lodge. They'll kill the Countess! We must go back! ALL. No! No! A CONSPIRATOR. Oh, why? MARMONT. The Countess-? PROKESCH. She can unmask. THE DUKE. Alas, you little know her. She'd die ten times to let me win ten minutes. Come back! VOICES. No! THE DUKE. But I cannot-Ah, come back!I cannot let them kill her in my absence! OTRANTO. Our efforts wasted! MARMONT. If we re-conspire They will not let you fly. ANOTHER CONSPIRATOR. And France? [223 ] L'A I GL O N ANOTHER. The Empire? THE DUKE. Back! MARMONT. Forward! THE DUKE. Back! M A R M O N T. You cast away the crown! THE DUKE. To leave her were to cast my soul away! MAR M O N T. One sometimes has to sacrificeTHE DUKE. A woman? M AR M O N T. Risk-for a woman-all the chance of triumph-! FLAMBEAU. He's a French Prince! That's certain, anyhow! OTRANTO. We must abduct him! FLAMBEAU. Back! OTRANTO. My coach is here. FLAMBEAU. I'll run you through the body if you touch him! THE DUKE. Back! or with whip uplifted I will charge After the fashion of Murat, my uncle! PROKESCH. Stand back! [ 224] L' AI GL O N THE DUKE. Help, Prokesch! VOICES. We shall have to force him. THE DUKE. [To the ATTACHE.] And you, who say you came in my defence, It is by robbing me of faith and scruple, They would assassinate me truly! Now, defend me! THE ATTACHE. No, Sire! begone! THE DUKE. What, you! this base advice? THE ATTACH E. Go, Sire, I will defend the woman. THE DUKE. You? You cannot. THE ATTACH I. Not as partisan; as friend. THE DUKE. It would ensure my flight. THE ATTACHE. Begone, my Lord. Whate'er I do is for the Countess. THE DUKE. Yes, But IPROKESCH. I'll lead him. THE ATTACHE. Prokesch knows the way. [225 ] L' AIGLON THE DUKE. [Still hesitating.] 1 cannotVOICES. Yes! M A R M O N T. The better way! VOICES. Begone. THE COUNTESS CAMERATA. [Entering, still in her disguise.] Unhappy boy! Not gone! THE DUKE. You!-but they told meHow could I go? THE COUNTESS. On horseback. THE DUKE. But your life — THE COUNTESS. A woman's life! What loss would that have been? THE DUKE. ButTHE COUNTESS. You should have abandoned me. THE DUKE. But think! THE COUNTESS. Think of the time you've lost! THE DUKE. Your risks-? THE COUNTESS. What risks? [226] L'A I G L O N THE DUKE. And all our fears on your behalfTHE COUNTESS. What fears? Was not your Flambeau, there, my fencing-master? THE DUKE. The man-? THE COUNTESS. Begone! THE DUKE. What did you do? THE COUNTESS. Oh, nothing. Of course he drew his sword, and I drew mine. THE DUKE. You fought for me! THE COUNTESS. " I did not know," he muttered, "The Corsican's son had so much skill. I think He knew it not himself "-But then my voiceTHE DUKE. Oh! You are wounded! THE COUNTESS. Scratched across the fingers. My voice betrayed me. Back he sprang! " A woman! " "Defend yourself! " said I. " I should be laughed at, For you are not the Chevalier d'Eon! " " Defend yourself, I'm a Napoleon! " Feeling my blade slip snake-like over his, He lunges, and I makeFLAMBEAU. Our secret stroke 1 [227 ] L' AIGLON THE COUNTESS. One! Two FLAMBEAU. That must have been a rough surprise! THE COUNTESS. 'Twas a surprise from which he'll not recover. THE DUKE. Heavens! And the girl-! THE COUNTESS. What does she matter now? THE DUKE. But, did she come? THE COUNTESS. Well-No, then! When the door Was broken open by a furious fist, I was alone. She had not come. THE DUKE. That's well. THE COUNTESS. But servants came; and if I were arrested All would be known too soon. I lost my head. I stumbled out. I heard I know not whom Sending to fetch the Prefect of Police; And so I fled upon your saddle-horse. I've killed it-I'm exhaustedTHE DUKE. Look! She swoons! THE COUNTESS. After what I had done I hoped at least To hear from witnesses that you were gone! A CONSPIRATOR. You were pursued!-And in a moment[ 228 ] L'A I G L O N THE DUKE. Take care of her. Conceal her in the hut. A CONSPIRATOR. Yes. THE COUNTESS. Go! THE DUKE. But are you better? THE COUNTESS. Not yet gone? For God's sake, go! Ah! could your Father see you Waiting, enfeebled, tender, hesitating, With what contempt he'd shrug his epaulettes! THE DUKE. Good-bye! FLAMBEAU. We're caught! Too late! SEDLNIZKY. [Entering with police officers; he advances to the COUNTESS, whom he mistakes for the DUKE.] Too late, my Lord. THE COUNTESS. [Furiously, to the DUKE.] Ah, Temporizer! Dreamer! Cold Idealist! SEDLNIZKY. [Who has turned to the person addressed by the COUNTESS and recognized the DUKE, starts, and, addressing him.] Your Highness[He turns to the COUNTESS.] Your High[To the DUKE.] Your HighFLAMBEAU. He's puzzled! [229] L'A I G LON SEDLNIZKY. So that's it! FLAMBEAU. You've been drinking. You see double. SEDLNIZKY. Count Prokesch, I must ask you to retire. [PROKESCH exit.] FLAMBEAU. We shan't be crowned just yet by Uncle Fesch SEDLNIZKY. [Indicating the ATTACHE.] Lead off this gentleman. You, sir, in this? Your Government shall hear of it. THE DUKE. I swear He was noL of the plot! THE ATTACH E. Forgive me, Sire, Since they're arresting us I take my share. THE DUKE. [To the ATTACHE, as he is led off.] Good-bye, then.: [To SEDLNIZKY.] Now, policeman, show your zeal. SEDLNIZKY. [To his men, pointing to the COUNTESS.] Take the false Prince wherever-she-belongs. THE DUKE. [Haughtily.] With all the honors due to me! THE COUNTESS. That voice! Ah, hapless child! You would have made a leader! [She is led off.] [2301 L'A I G LO N SEDLNIZKY. As for the rest, we'll shut our eyes: Verb. sap. A CONSPIRATOR. I thinkM A R MO NT. To serve the causeANOTHER CONSPIRATOR. We'd better go. ANOTHER. Reserve our strengthANOTHE R. For laterANOTHER. Bide our time. [All disappear.] FLAMBEAU. [To SEDLNIZKY.] Open your eyes again. Here's one more left. THE DUKE. Oh, fly for my sake! FLAMBEAU. Yours? SEDLNIZKY. [To a policeman.] 'Tis hel POLICEMAN. Perhaps. Wanted in Paris. SEDLNIZKY. How can we make sure! [The POLICEMAN hands him a paper, which he reads.] "Nose ordinary, eyes ordinary, [231 ] L'A I G L O N Mouth ordinary-" Extraordinary [ Watching FLAMBEAU.] Two bullets in his-back. FLAMBEAU. A lie! SEDLNIZKY. Of course. FLAMBEAU. I'm lost. All right; I'll have my little joke, And deck myself in flowers ere dropping out. SEDLNIZKY. You answer to the name of Seraph Flambeau. FLAMBEAU. No, sir! That name's not good enough to die with. I'll be drum-major in the Dance of Death; Not merely Seraph, nor Flambeau, the torch. I broaden! I'm Archangel Chandelier! THE DUKE. Will you deliver him to France? SEDLNIZKY. Yes. THE DUKE. Like a thief? You have no right, sir-! SEDLNIZKY. But we'll take it. THE DUKE. Heavens! FLAMBEAU. 'Twas getting past a joke that I should never Be present when they wanted to behead me. SEDLNIZKY. Also his decoration is illegal. Take off that ribbon! [232] L'A I G LON FLAMBEAU. Take it. But it grows As often as I choose on my old hide. [Unseen by the others he stabs himself.] SEDLNIZKY. Take off his cloak! [When the cloak is removed, the spot of blood shows like the ribbon of the Legion of Honor on FLAMBEAU'S shirt.] What's that? FLAMBEAU. Looks rather well! SEDLNIZKY. Come! Make an end! FLAMBEAU. [To the DUKE.] My Lord, this leaves me not Till death! SEDLNIZKY. What! He has pinned another on! FLAMBEAU. You cannot make an end! I've pinned another; And when that's gone, another, and another! THE DUKE. What will they do? FLAMBEAU. What did they do to Ney? THE DUKE. Impossible-! FLAMBEAU. A little firing-partyRrrrrr! THE DUKE. Ah! [ 233] L'A I G LO N FLAMBEAU. I always laughed at bullets; But French ones? Never! None of that, Lisette! THE DUKE. You will not give him up? SEDLNIZKY. Without delay! FLAMBEAU. Seraph, your wings are clipped; good-night, my friend! SEDLNIZKY. March! THE DUKE. Look! He staggers! Flambeau!-Look! POLICEMAN. He's falling! FLAMBEAU. [On his knees; knocking off the policeman's hat.] The Duke is speaking! Take that stovepipe off! THE DUKE. Flambeau, you've killed yourself! FLAMBEAU. No! I've pinned on An everlasting ribbon of the Legion! THE DUKE. I'll not allow one of your men to touch him: What! the clean soldier touched by soiled policemen! Leave us alone together. Go!-Begone! FLAMBEAU. My Lord — SEDLNIZKY. [To a policeman, pointing to the old man of the hut.] Lead off that peasant. [The old man is led off.] [ 234] L'A I G L O N THE DUKE. I'll await My regiment. 'Tis summoned here at dawn. The standards shall salute him, and the drums, And my own soldiers shall uplift his body. SEDLNIZKY. [To a policeman.] Where are the horses? THE POLICEMAN. [Aside to him.] Gone. SEDLNIZKY. Then let him be. [To the DUKE.] Highness, we cede. THE DUKE. Begone! SEDLNIZKY. I understandTHE DUKE. I turn you out. SEDLNIZKY. My Lord! THE DUKE. I turn you out! For on the field of Wagram I'm at home! [SEDLNIZKY and the policeman go.] FLAMBEAU. It's funny, all the same, that on this field Where I was wounded for the Father, now I perish for the son. THE DUKE. No! not for me! It is for him: I am not worth your death. [235 ] L'AIGLON FLAMBEAU. For him? THE DUKE. For him! This is the field of Wagram. FLAMBEAU. Ah, yes!-I dieTHE DUKE. Do you not recognize Wagram, the field, the hill, the pointed steeple? FLAMBEAU. Yes! THE DUKE. Do you see the Austrian cannon yonder All painted yellow, belching fire and smoke? FLAMBEAU. The battle-! THE DUKE. Do you hear the noise of it? FLAMBEAU. I die at Wagram! Ah! I die at Wagram! THE DUKE. Do you not see the wounded horse rush by, Dragging his slaughtered rider by the stirrups? We are at Wagram! 'Tis a solemn moment. Davoust has come to turn Neusiedel's flank; The Emperor has raised his little spy-glass; You have been wounded by a bayonet, And I have brought you to this little hill. FLAMBEAU. But the light cavalry? Haven't they charged? THE DUKE. Yonder the blue, striped with white shoulder-belts: Those are the Infantry. [ 236 L'A I G LO N FLAMBEAU. With General Reille! THE DUKE. The Emperor should send Oudinot to help! He lets his left be crushed! FLAMBEAU. Ah! that's his cunning! THE DUKE. They fight! They fight! Macdonald hastens up, And wounded Massena drives slowly by. FLAMBEAU. If the Archduke deploys his right he's lost. THE DUKE. All's well! FLAMBEAU. They fight? THE DUKE. The Prince of Auersberg Is taken by the Polish Lancers of the Guard. FLAMBEAU. The Emperor? What's the Emperor doing? THE DUKE. Watching. FLAMBEAU. Is the Archduke caught in the little 'un's trap? THE DUKE. The distant dust-cloud yonder is Nansouty. FLAM BEAU. Has the Archduke not yet deployed his right? THE DUKE. The smoke is Lauriston[237] L' A I G L O N FLAMBEAU. But the Archduke? THE DUKE. Now he deploys his right. FLAMBEAU. His goose is cooked. THE DUKE. Here come the guns! FLAMBEAU. I thirst!-I stifle-Drink! What-is-the-Emperor doing? THE DUKE. With a smile He shuts his little spy-glass. FLAMBEAU. [Closing his eyes.] Victory! THE DUKE. Flambeau! [He looks at him, and moves away a little.] This dying soldier frightens me. Yet 'tis not strange a dying grenadier Should fall asleep upon this field of glory. The field is well acquainted with his likes. [He bends over him and cries.] Yes! Victory! The soldiers toss their shakos! FLAMBEAU. [In his death-rattle.] I thirst-! DISTANT VOICES. I thirst!-I thirst! THE DUKE. [Shuddering.] What are those echoes? [238 ] L'A I G LON A VoICE. I thirst-! THE DUKE. O God! THE SAME VOICES. [Very distant.] I die-I die! THE DUKE. [With horror.] His voice Reverberates beneath the lurid sky. THE VOICES. I die-! THE DUKE. I understand! His cries of death Are, for this vale which knows them all by heart, As the first measures of a well-known song. The plain takes up the moaning death has hushed. THE PLAIN. Ah!-Ah! THE DUKE. I understand! complaints and sobs!'Tis Wagram's field, remembering aloud! THE PLAIN. Ah-! Ah-! THE DUKE. [Looking at FLAMBEAU.] How still he lies!-I must begone! For 'tis as if he'd fallen in the battle! [And bending over him he murmurs.] Thus and no otherwise they must have looked! The uniform-the blood-! [He is about to go, but suddenly, with horror.] Another! There! There-! Everywhere-! The same accusing shapes! They're dying thus as far as eye can reach [ 239] L'A I G LON THE PLAIN. Alas-! THE DUKE. I hear them speaking in the gloom! VoICE-S. My brow bleeds-! My leg is dead-! My arm hangs loose!I'm crushed beneath this gun! THE DUKE. The battle-field! I've willed it: it has risen. VOICES. Water!-Water Upon my gash! Ah! tell me what I've broken! Ah! do not let me perish in this ditch! THE DUKE. Forests of arms are quivering in the plain; I tread upon a field of epaulettes. A VOICE. Help! THE DUKE. And I slip on leather shoulder-belts! A VOICE. Dragoon, reach me your hands! ANOTHER. They're shot away! THE DUKE. Ah! whither turn? VOICES. The ravens! THE DUKE. Horrible! The wooden soldiers ranged upon my table! [ 240] L'A I G LON THE VOICES. Horses have trampled on me! Drink!-The ravens! I'm dying!-How I suffer!-God forgive me! The ravens!-Help! THE DUKE. Alas! Where are the Eagles? THE VOICES. Water!-This brook runs blood!-Yet let me drink! I thirst!-I die!-God's curse!-I'm hurt!-Mother! THE DUKE. Ah! A VOICE. For God's sake! put a bullet through my head! THE DUKE. Ah! Now I understand my wakeful nightsA VOICE. Curse the Light Cavalry! They're base assassins! THE DUKE. The racking cough that wakes me in a sweat! A VOICE. I cannot drag my leg! Oh, wrench it off! THE DUKE. The blood I spit! I know whose blood it is! THE PLAIN. Ah!-Ah-! THE DUKE. And all the arms! And all the arms I see! The handless wrists! The hands with shattered fingers! The monstrous harvest which a mighty wind Bends me-ward with a curse! Oh! Mercy! Mercy! Old Cuirassier, groaning with outstretched handsHorrible agonized hands with bloody wrists!Mercy! Poor little Private of the Guards, Who slowly raise your livid face to mine [241] L' AIGLON Look not upon me with those glazing eyes! Why do you creep upon me through the gloom? God! 'Tis as though you strove to utter cries! Why do you all suck in a mighty breath? Why do you open horror-sated lips? What will you cry?-What?-What? ALL THE VOICES. Long live the Emperor! THE DUKE. Ah! Pardon, for the glory's sake!-I thank you. I understand. I am the expiation. All was not paid, and I complete the price. 'Twas fated I should seek his battle-field, And here, above the multitudinous dead, Be the white victim, growing daily whiter, Renouncing, praying, asking but to suffer, Yearning toward heaven, like sacrificial incense! And while betwixt the heavens and this field I am outstretched with all my soul and body, Father, I feel the shuddering furrows rise, I feel the hill upheaved beneath my feet To lift me gently to the stooping heavens! 'Tis meet and right the battle-field should offer This sacrifice, that henceforth it may bear Pure and unstained its name of Victory. Wagram, behold me! Ransom of old days, Son, offered for, alas! how many sons! Above the dreadful haze wherein thou stirrest, Uplift me, Wagram, in thy scarlet hands! It must be so! I know it! Feel it! Will it! The breath of death has rustled through my hair! The shudder of death has passed athwart my soul! I am all white: a sacramental Host! What more reproaches can they hurl, O Father, Against our hapless fate?-Oh, hush I I add [ 242 L'AI GLON In silence Sch6nbrunn to Saint Helena!'Tis done!-But if the Eaglet is resigned To perish like the innocent, yielding swan, Nailed in the gloom above some lofty gate, He must become the high and holy signal That scares the ravens and calls back the eagles. There must be no more meanings in the field, Nor dreadful writhings in the underwood. Bear on thy wings, O whirlwind of the plain, The shouts of conquerors and songs of triumph! [A proud and joyous clamor arises in the distance.] I've changed the meanings into trumpet blasts! [The wind wafts vague sounds of trumpet-calls.] I've earned the right to see what crawled and writhed, Suddenly leap into a phantom charge! [Noise as of a cavalcade. The VOICES, which before were lugubrious, now call to each other with commands and signals.] THE VOICES. Forward! [The drums of the wind beat the charge.] THE DUKE. The pomp and pageantry of battle, The dust that's raised by charging cavalry! VOICES. Charge! THE DUKE. The wild laughter of the fierce Hussars! VOICES. [In a shout of epic laughter.] Ha! Ha! THE DUKE. Now, Goddess of the hundred mouths, Victory, from whose lips I've torn the gag, Sing in the distance I [2431 L'AIGLON VOICES. [Far away.] Form battalions! THE DUKE. [ Upright in the first glow of dawn.] Glory! O God, to battle in this blaze! VOICES. Fire!-Half-columns, by your right, advance! THE DUKE. To battle in this tumult you commanded! Father! Father! Father![Amid the noise of battle, which is dying away in the distance, a haughty, metallic voice is heard, preceded and followed by a roll of drums.] THE VOICE. Officers-and-men! THE DUKE. [In wild delirium, drawing his sword.] I come!-I fight!-Laugh, fife! and banners wave! Fix bayonets! Fall on the whitecoats! Forward! [And while the dream-sounds die away toward the right, swept by the wind, all of a sudden, on the left, a real military band bursts out; and abruptly, like the awaking out of a dream, there is the contrast between the furious battle-music of the French, and a tame march of Schubert's, Austrian and dance-like, drawing near in the rosy glow of the morning.] THE DUKE. [Who has turned with a shudder.] What white thing marching through the dawning day? [244] L'AIGLON The Austrian Infantry! [Beside himself, and urging along imaginary Grenadiers. ] Ha! Up! and at them! The enemy!-Fall on them!-Crush them! Follow on! Follow on! We'll pass across their bodies! [With his sword high he rushes at the first ranks of an Austrian regiment which appears on the road.] AN OFFICER. [Throwing himself on the DUKE and stopping him.] For God's sake, Prince!-This is your regiment! THE DUKE. [As if awaking.] Ah-? This is my —? [He falls back; passes his hand across his forehead, and gazes wildly at the white soldiers who march past to the sound of the fife. He sees his destiny, and accepts it. The arm he had raised for the charge sinks slowly, his fist falls on his hip; his sword falls into the regulation position, and, stiff as an automaton, with a toneless and mechanical voice, the voice of an Austrian officer, he cries:] Halt! Front turn! Eyes right! THE CURTAIN FALLS AS THE DRILL BEGINS. [245 ] [ 246 ] THE SIXTH ACT The DUKE'S bedroom at Schonbrunn. The walls are covered with Gobelin tapestry. Through foldingdoors on the left there is a glimpse of the chinacabinet. There are also folding-doors on the right and in the centre. Empire furniture. A little camp-bedstead stands almost in the middle of the room. Many bunches of violets are scattered about. The DUKE is discovered buried in a deep arm-chair, his fingers idly toying with a large bunch of violets. The ARCHDUCHESS is offering him a glass of milk. DOCTOR MALFATTI is seated at the back of the room. THE DUKE. AGAIN? Well, there, then. THE ARCHDUCHESS. No, you've left a little. THE DUKE. You?-Why, I thought you ill! THE ARCHDUCHESS. They've let me come. Thank heaven!-And you? [ 247] L'A I G L O N THE DUKE. Why, if you leave your sick-bed I must be worse indeed. THE ARCHDUCHESS. Come, now, that's nonsense! You know you're better. [She examines the cup the DUKE hands her.] There, that's finished. [She calls the DOCTOR, who has been seated at the back of the room.] His Highness drank his milk. THE DOCTOR. I'm very glad. THE ARCHDUCHESS. How good it was of him! THE DOCTOR. How good! THE DUKE. How hardWhen I had dreamed of history's reward, And when ambition seared my soul-How hard, To be content with praise for drinking milk! [To the violets on his pillow.] Oh, ball of freshness laid upon my fever, Dear flowers that bring the Spring into my room-! THE ARCHDUCHESS. All bring you violets now? THE DUKE. Ah, yes! Already. THE ARCHDUCHESS. Hush! As an act of gratitude to God For saving us-since both of us are betterI am to take the Sacrament this morning. I think-I hope-Franz, will you not come, too? [ 248 ] L'AI G LON THE DUKE. [After a long look at her.] Ah, now I see the pious trick you'd play me! This is the end! [He rises.] THE ARCHDUCHESS. I knew you'd say so! [With forced playfulness.] Think! The etiquette-! THE DUKE. The-etiquette? THE ARCHDUCHESS. You know You cannot be deceived. When Austrian Princes Receive theTHE DUKE. Last-? THE ARCHDUCHESS. Oh! not that mournful word!All the Imperial Family must be present. THE DUKE. That's true. THE ARCHDUCHESS. But we're alone! I've had an altar Placed in that cabinet; and look about you: No sign of an Archduke or an Archduchess. The Prelate says the Mass for you and me; 'Tis but the ordinary Mass; you see This Sacrament is notTHE DUKE. The last. 'Tis true. THE ARCHDUCHESS. Well? Are you coming? Hark! The Mass beginsl [ 249] L'AIG L ON THE DUKE. 'Tis true, the illustrious audience should be present. THE ARCHDUCHESS. We've but the Prelate and the Acolyte. THE DUKE. So, then, I am to have a respite-? [They go out.] [As soon as they have disappeared, the opposite door opens and GENERAL HARTMANN ushers in the COURT.] HARTMANN. Come! Place yourselves here; and when, with humbled eyes The Duke is prostrate to receive the HostONE OF THE PRINCES. We'll place ourselvesA PRINCESS. [To a child.] Hush! HARTMANN. In that awful moment When nothing can distract a Christian's thoughts I'll softly ope the door. For one brief second Your Highnesses will see his golden head; Then I shall close the door, and thus he'll rise, Not knowing he received, before the Court, As usage dictates, the Viaticum. METTERNICH. Silence! PROKESCH. [Who has just brought in the COUNTESS and THERESA.] They have permitted me to place you Behind the Imperial Family, and thus, Above the heads of Princes bent in prayer, [ 250 ] L'AI G LON O'er whom mysterious fate is hovering, And pallid children clasping pitiful hands, For the last time you'll see the dying Duke. THERESA. Oh, thank you, thank you, sir! HARTMANN. Let no one stir When the door opens! MARIA LOUISA. Ah! The sacring-bell! A PRINCESS. It is the Elevation! [All kneel.] HARTMANN. Gently! THE COUNTESS CAMERATA. [To METTERNICH.] Well, Prince? Is there nothing you regret? METTERNICH. No, nothing. I did my duty, Madam-often suffered While doing it-for my country's weal, my master's, And in defence of ancient privilege. THE COUNTESS. You've no regrets? METTERNICH. No. None. MARIA LOUISA. The Agnus Dei. [To HARTMANN, who very gently opens the door a very little way and peers through.] Let not the door creak as you open it! [ 251 ] L'A I G LON METTERNICH. None. But he was a noble Prince. I kneel To-day not only to the Lamb of God! HARTMANN. The Prelate has uncovered the Ciborium! ALL. Oh! HARTMANN. Rigid silence! I'm about to open! ALL. [With emotion.] Oh! HARTMANN. I open! [He silently thrusts the wings of the folding-doors open. All the COURT is prostrate. There is a vague glimpse of candle light. A moment's pause of profound emotion and silence. THERESA slowly rises to look across the kneeling forms; she looks and sees.] THERESA. [Amid the sobs which overmaster her.] Oh! to behold him thus! [Movement. GENERAL HARTMANN has swiftly closed the doors. Everybody has risen.] HARTMANN. Retire! He heard the sobbing! [All have hurried toward the door on the right, but the door on the left opens quickly; the DUKE appears on the threshold and sees them all standing before him. After a long look which takes in the situation:] THE DUKE. Ah!-I see. [He draws himself up, and comes toward them with sudden majesty.] [252] L'AI G LON I thank the breaking heart that broke the silence; Let her who wept feel no remorse for weeping: They had no right to rob me of my death. [To the ARCHDUKES and ARCHDUCHESSES, who withdraw respectfully.] But leave me now, my Austrian family! " My son was born a Frenchman; until death Let him remember that." And I remember. [To the PRINCES who are leaving.] Farewell. [To the others.] Whose was the breaking heart? THERESA. [Who has remained humbly on her knees in a corner.] My Lord-! THE DUKE. [Approaching her, and speaking with great tenderness. ] You are not very reasonable! Once Over your book you wept to see me live An Austrian Prince with flowers in my coat; And now you weep because that life has killed me. The tryst THERESA. THE DUKE. Well? THERESA. I was there. THE DUKE. THERESA. Alas, poor soul! Yes THE DUKE. Why? [253] L'A I G L O N THERESA. Because I love you. THE DUKE. [To the COUNTESS.] Madam, You hid this from me. Why? THE COUNTESS. Because I love you. THE DUKE. [To THERESA and the COUNTESS.] Who brought you both to see me? [THERESA and the COUNTESS look at the ARCHDUCHESS. ].THE DUKE. [ To the ARCHDUCHESS.] You? THE ARCHDUCHESS. Myself. THE DUKE. Why so much thoughtfulness? THE ARCHDUCHESS. Because I love you. THE DUKE. Women have loved me as they love a child[The THREE WOMEN make a gesture of protest.] Ah, yes! The child they pity, spoil, and shelterAnd with maternal fingers, on my brow Still sought the golden curls which Lawrence painted. THE COUNTESS. No, no! We knew the struggles of your soul I THE DUKE. And history itself will not record The Prince whose soul was seared with all ambitions, [ 254] L'AIGLO N But see the solemn, rosy, fair-haired child Tricked out in laces in his little goat-cart, Holding the globe as 'twere an air-balloon. MARIA LOUISA. Speak to me! I am here! Give me a word To soothe remorse, for through no fault of mine I was too small beside your mighty dreams. I have the thriftless conscience of a bird! The tinkling bells that jangle in my brain Have never ceased till now. Look at me now! Speak to me now! Forgive me now! THE DUKE. 0 God! Inspire me with the deep, yet tender word With which a son forgives his mother. MARIA LOUISA. Franz, The cradle which you asked them for last nightA LACKEY. 'Tis here. [He goes out to fetch it.] THE DUKE. [Looking at METTERNICH.] Ah, my Lord Chancellor, I die Too soon for you; and you should weep. METTERNICH. My Lord-! THE DUKE. I was your weapon and my death disarms you! Europe, which never dared to say you nay, When you were he who could unchain the Eaglet, Listening to-morrow, will take heart, and say "I do not hear it stirring in its cage! " [255] L'AI G LON M ETTER N ICH. My Lord! My Lord! [The great enamelled cradle is brought in.] THE DUKE. The cradle Paris gave me! My splendid cradle, Prudhon's masterpiece! Amidst its gold and mother-o'-pearl I slept, A babe, whose christening was a coronation. Place it beside this little bed, whereon My Father slept when victory fanned his slumbers. Closer! until its laces graze the sheets. Alas! how near my cradle to my death-bed! [He points to the gap between the cradle and the bed.] And all my life lies in that narrow space! THERESA. Oh!THE DUKE. In that gap, too narrow and too dark, Fate ne'er let fall a single pin of glory. Lay me upon the bed. DIETRICHSTEIN. How pale he grows! THE DUKE. Ah, I was greater in my cradle, than I am upon this bed; and women rocked meYes, I had three to rock me, and they sang Their strange old songs: dear songs of Mistress Marchand! Oh, who will lull me now with cradle-songs? MARIA LOUISA. Is not your mother here to sing to you? THE DUKE. Do you know any songs of France? [256] L'AIGLON MARIA LOUISA. Why-no. THE DUKE. [To THERESA.] And you? THERESA. Perhaps. THE DUKE. Oh, sing below your breath. "The rain falls, Shepherdess" and " May is come," And sing " Upon the bridge that spans the Rhone," That I may sleep, rocked on the people's fancy. There was a song I used to love; sing that:There was a little man, And he was clad in grayTHERESA. Break, tender heart, as broke the heart of ironTHE COUNTESS. A crystal, shattered by a brazen echoTHE ARCHDUCHESS. A harp-string, shattered by a battle-songTHERESA. A lily sinking silently on laurels. THE DOCTOR. My Lord is very ill. Stand more apart. THERESA. Farewell, FranCois-! THE ARCHDUCHESS. Farewell, Franz! THE COUNTESS. Farewell, Bonaparte! MARIA LOUISA. Alas, his head grows heavy on my shoulder! [257] L'A I G L O N THE ARCHDUCHESS. O Duke of Reichstadt! THE COUNTESS. King of Rome! THERESA. Poor child! THE DUKE. [Deliriously.] The horses! horses! THE PRELATE [WAGNER]. Let us fall to prayer! THE DUKE. Horses! that I may ride to meet my father! MARIA LOUISA. Will you not let me wipe away your tears? THE DUKE. No, for the Victories, my sisters-Lo! I see them! see them! in a headlong flight Draw nigh to lave their glory in my tears! MARIA LOUISA. What are you saying? THE DUKE. Nothing. Did I speak? Hush! Father, that's our secret: yours and mine!My funeral will be ugly. Mumbling women; Lackeys with torches; droning Capuchins; And then they'll lock me in their crypt-and thenMARIA LOUISA. Tell me your sufferings, child! THE DUKE. Oh! Superhuman -- And then, official mourning for six weeks. [ 258 ] L'A I G LON THE COUNTESS. He snatches at the cradle's lace, as if To make a winding sheetTHE DUKE. It will be uglyI must remember how they christen better In Paris than they bury in Vienna. General Hartmann! HARTMANN. Prince! THE DUKE. Yes-while I wait For death, I'll rock my childhood[He 'hatnds GENERAL HARTMANN a book from under his pillow.] Here[GENERAL HARTMANN takes the book. The DUKE falls to rocking the cradle.] I rock My past-I rock my past-As though The Duke of Reichstadt rocked the King of Rome. General-I marked a placeHARTMANN. I see it, THE DUKE. Good. While I'm dying, read aloudMARIA LOUISA. No, no! You shall not die! THE DUKE. You may begin to read. HARTMANN. [Standing at the foot of the bed and reading.] " Tovard seven o'clock the Cavalry appear, Forming the head of the procession-" [ 259] L'AIGLON MARIA LOUISA. [Falling on her knees in a paroxysm of sobs.] Franz! HARTMANN. "The people, shaken with great sobs of joy, Utter a shout:-' Long live the King of Rome! '-" MARIA LOUISA. Franz! HARTMANN. "And the guns salute; the Cardinal Receives their Majesties, and so the pageant Moves up the aisle as ancient rules prescribe. The Ushers, Kings-at-Arms, their chief, the pages, The various officers of the staff, the-" [Noticing that the DUKE has closed his eyes, he stops.] THE DUKE. [Opening his eyes.] Yes? HARTMANN. "The Chamberlains, the Prefects of the palace, Ministers, Masters of the Horse —" THE DUKE. [With failing voice.] Go on. HARTMANN. "Marshals of France, Grand Eagles; and Princess Aldobrandini holds the chrisom-cloth; The Countesses Vilain and de Beauvau Bring in the ewer and the salt-cellar-" THE DUKE. [Still paler and growing rigid.] Read on, sir. Mother-mother-lift me up. [MARIA LOUISA, assisted by the PRELATE and DOCTOR MALFATTI, raises him on his pillows.] [260] L' AIGL0 N HARTMANN. "Then the Grand Duke, who took on this occasion The Austrian Emperor's place as Sponsor: then Queen Hortense, and the Imperial Godmother; Lastly, the King of Rome, borne by Her Grace, The Duchess of Montesquiou. His Majesty, Whose healthy mien the crowd observed with joy, Wore a great silver mantle, lined with ermine, Whose train His Grace the Duke of Valmy bore. Princes-" THE DUKE. Omit the Princes. HARTMANN. [Turning over a page.] "Kings-" THE DUKE. Omit The Kings. The end, sir; read the endHARTMANN. [Turning over several pages.] "And when-" THE DUKE. I cannot hear you. Louder. DOCTOR MALFATTI. [To WAGNER.] The last agony. HARTMANN. [Raising his voice.] " And when the Herald thrice within the choir Had cried 'Long live the King of Rome!' before They handed back the baby to its nurse, The Emperor gently took it from-" [He hesitates, with a glance at MARIA LOUISA.] [26 ] L'AI G LON THE DUKE. [With infinite nobility and placing his hand with tender forgiveness on the head of MARIA LOUISA, who is kneeling at his side.] The Empress HARTMANN. "And raised it to receive the acclamation. The loud-" THE DUKE. [Whose head drops.] Mamma! MARIA LOUISA. [Throwing herself across his body.] Francois! THE DUKE. [Opening his eyes.] Napoleon! [He sinks back.] HARTMANN. "The loud Te Deum filled the sanctuary, And all that night, throughout the realm of France, With equal pomp, solemnity, and joy-" DOCTOR MALFATTI. [Putting his hand on the GENERAL'S arm.] Dead! [Silence. The GENERAL closes the book.] M ETTERNICH. Clothe him in his Austrian uniform. CURTAIN. [262 ] I/ 4%. a f l - l 4C THE UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN GRADUATE UBRARY DATE DUE APR 131971 UIVERST oF miCH4IGAN 3 9015 01431 9159 MI, I i - I t F"I",