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<![CDATA[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!
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:
Compiegne 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!
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.
[Illustration: decoration of five torches with a hand for the flame.]
THE FOURTH ACT
_The Park at Schoenbrunn. Ruins of a Roman 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.
Who is the clown?
SECOND MASK.
Don't know.
THIRD MASK.
The Cardinal?
FIRST MASK.
Don't know.
SECOND MASK.
The Punchinello?
THIRD MASK.
I don't know.
FOURTH MASK.
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