FLAMBEAU.

He's puzzled!

SEDLINZKY.

So that's it!

FLAMBEAU.

You've been drinking. You see double.

SEDLINZKY.

Count Prokesch, I must ask you to retire.

[PROKESCH _exit._]

FLAMBEAU.

We shan't be crowned just yet by Uncle Fesch!

SEDLINZKY.

[_Indicating the_ ATTACHe.]

Lead off this gentleman. You, sir, in this?

Your Government shall hear of it.

THE DUKE.

I swear He was not of the plot!

THE ATTACHe.

Forgive me, Sire, Since they're arresting us I take my share.

THE DUKE.

[_To the_ ATTACHe, _as he is led off._]

Good-bye, then.

[_To_ SEDLINZKY.]

Now, policeman, show your zeal.

SEDLINZKY.

[_To his men, pointing to the_ COUNTESS.]

Take the false Prince wherever--she--belongs.

THE DUKE.

[_Haughtily._]

With all the honors due to me!

THE COUNTESS.

That voice!

Ah, hapless child! You would have made a leader!

[_She is led off._]

SEDLINZKY.

As for the rest, we'll shut our eyes: _Verb. sap._

A CONSPIRATOR.

I think--

MARMONT.

To serve the cause--

ANOTHER CONSPIRATOR.

We'd better go.

ANOTHER.

Reserve our strength--

ANOTHER.

For later--

ANOTHER.

Bide our time.

[_All disappear._]

FLAMBEAU.

[_To_ SEDLINZKY.]