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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 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, hus.h.!.+ 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 tame--
THE 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.
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.
