THE DUKE.

All hope is gone.

I wake from dreams.

THERESA.

You suffer?

THE DUKE.

Little Brooklet Must give her murmuring freshness.

THERESA.

Here it is.

THE DUKE.

What if I trouble its waters?

THERESA.

Trouble them.

THE DUKE.

Come to the little house among the trees-- My hunting lodge--to-night!

THERESA.

I am to come--!

THE DUKE.

Say neither yes nor no.--I'll wait--

THERESA.

Alas!

THE DUKE.

Think how unhappy I shall henceforth be!

I've lost all hope of playing a great part; I can but weep; I need a heart to weep on.

Away!

A MASK.

[_Seeing a stout lady dressed as a shepherdess._]

That shepherdess has eaten her flock!

THE BEAR.

If you'll but love me--

THE CHINESE WOMAN.

You will sell your skin?

A DOMINO.

[_Pa.s.sing on_ GENTZ'S _arm_.]

The Viscount's here as Doge in grand dalmatic.

GENTZ.

Then is the Baroness the Adriatic.

THE DUKE.

[_Who has scribbled a note; to a_ LACKEY.]

This for my lackeys. I shall not come in.

I'm sleeping at the hunting-lodge. Make haste!

Let me have word they've read and understood.

THE LACKEY.

Nought else, my Lord?

THE DUKE.

To-morrow the bay mare.

f.a.n.n.y ELSSLER.

His uniform beneath a--

THE DUKE.

[_Turning._]

Violet cloak.

Prokesch! I said your note was from a woman!

f.a.n.n.y.