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THE COUNTESS.
Ah, Madam--How--?
THE ARCHd.u.c.h.eSS.
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_ ARCHd.u.c.h.eSS.]
Your hand--as to the Duke?
THE ARCHd.u.c.h.eSS.
Yes, gentle mask.
GENTZ.
And now--
SEVERAL.
Again?
GENTZ.
One word---
VOICES.
Oh, go ahead!
GENTZ.
I wanted to complete my little toast, But while the Duke was here I couldn't name The proudest t.i.tle 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 Bonaparte--
SECOND MASK.
Wasn't marble.
THIRD MASK.
Stucco.
THE DUKE.
What!
FLAMBEAU.
Have a care! An Empire is at stake!
A MASK.
Much overpraised--
FLAMBEAU.
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.
