my inn--ha--ha!

Janet. And what airs the young lady gives herself! "Is this the best
room you have, young woman?" with such a toss of the head.

Land. Well, get in, Janet: get in and see to the supper: the servants
must sup before they go back. [Exeunt.

Enter BEAUSEANT and GLAVIS.

Beau. You see our princess is lodged at last--one stage more, and
she'll be at her journey's end--the beautiful palace at the foot of the
Alps!--ha--ha!

Gla. Faith, I pity the poor Pauline--especially if she's going to sup
at the Golden Lion [makes a wry face]. I shall never forget that cursed
ragout.

Enter MELNOTTE from the Inn.

Beau. Your servant, my prince; you reigned most worthily, I condole with
you on your abdication. I am afraid that your highness's retinue are not
very faithful servants. I think they will quit you in the moment of
your fall 'tis the fate of greatness. But you are welcome to your fine
clothes--also the diamond snuff-box, which Louis XIV. gave to your
great-great-grandmother.

Gla. And the ring, with which your grandfather the Dodge of Venice
married the Adriatic.

Mel. I have kept my oath, gentlemen--say, have I kept my oath?

Beau. Most religiously.

Mel. Then you have done with me and mine--away with you!

Beau. How, knave?

Mel. Look you, our bond is over. Proud conquerors that we are, we have
won the victory over a simple girl compromised her honor--embittered
her life--blasted, in their very blossoms, all the flowers of her youth.
This is your triumph,--it is my shame! [Turns to BEAUSEANT.] Enjoy thy
triumph, but not in my sight. I was her betrayer--I am her protector!
Cross but her path--one word of scorn, one look of insult--nay, but one
quiver of that mocking lip, and I will teach thee that bitter word thou
hast graven eternally in this heart--Repentance.

Beau. His highness is most grandiloquent.

Mel. Highness me no more! Beware! Remorse has made me a new being. Away
with you! There is danger in me. Away!

Gla. [aside]. He's an awkward fellow to deal with: come away, Beauseant.

Beau. I know the respect clue to rank. Adieu, my prince. Any commands at
Lyons? Yet hold--I promised you 200 Louis on your wedding-day; here they
are.

Mel. [dashing the purse to the ground]. I gave you revenge, I did not
sell it. Take up your silver, Judas; take it. Ay, it is fit you should
learn to stoop.

Beau. You will beg my pardon for this some clay. [Aside to GLAVIS.] Come
to my chateau--I shall