AGI—Well, then——

SYMPHOROSA—I don’t know what to do.

AGI—Why not follow their highnesses? And let the music continue. The more

the better!

SYMPHOROSA—[_Crosses to left; looks at ALEXANDRA._] What are you going to

do? [_ALEXANDRA rises, undecided._]

HYACINTH—Stay here. Your mother forbade you to leave.

SYMPHOROSA—[_To HYACINTH._] And you?

HYACINTH—See here, my dear; I love Beatrice very much, but she has been

having these delicate attacks for thirty years. And I have seen too many

of them to be alarmed. If they strike her standing, she sits down ... and

if they strike her sitting, she rises.

SYMPHOROSA—Karl!

HYACINTH—[_Earnestly._] The situation here is much more serious. I warned

you this afternoon.

SYMPHOROSA—What a misfortune! [_She exits at left. CÆSAR withdraws.

HYACINTH, AGI and ALEXANDRA are left alone. There is a pause. ALEXANDRA

sits on the tabouret, down right._]

HYACINTH—[_Severely._] Well, my son, you see what mischief you have done.

ALEXANDRA—[_Greatly agitated._] It was my fault, Hyacinth. I am entirely

to blame. That is why I stayed ... to....

HYACINTH—Don’t excite yourself, my child. Let us talk it over calmly.

That is why I stayed. You have nothing to fear while I am here. [_To

AGI._] But you have.

AGI—[_Sits._] No, father, I’m not afraid.

ALEXANDRA—It wasn’t his fault. How deeply hurt he must have been, to do

such a thing! I am so unhappy, Hyacinth! [_She buries her face in the

robe of HYACINTH, who it standing beside her._]

HYACINTH—Calm yourself, dear.

AGI—[_Rises; vehemently._] I couldn’t endure it any longer, father, I

couldn’t.... God is my witness, I tried. But I am only human, father, and

... in love ... I hardly knew what I was saying....

HYACINTH—Tell me, my son, are you angry with me, too?

AGI—How could I be, father?

HYACINTH—Then don’t shout like that. I can hear you. And I understand you

too, my son.

AGI—[_Grandiosely; excitedly._] I am done for, but I shan’t sell my life

cheaply. Not even to this beautiful daughter of a king. Yesterday—no,

this very afternoon, I would have given it for her handkerchief. But now

that blood has been let, I hold it dearly.

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