blivion,
Sir Prince of Homburg! On the battle-field,
If you be so disposed, we meet again!
Such matters men attain not in a dream!

[_They all go out; the door crashes shut in the_ PRINCE'S _face.
Pause._]

SCENE II

_The_ PRINCE OF HOMBURG _remains standing before the door a moment in
perplexity; then dreamily descends from the terrace, the hand holding
the glove pressed against his forehead. At the foot of the stair he
turns again, gazing up at the door._

SCENE III

_Enter_ COUNT HOHENZOLLERN _by the wicket below. A page follows him.
The_ PRINCE OF HOMBURG.

PAGE (Softly).
Count! Listen, do! Most worshipful Sir
Count!

HOHENZOLLERN (_vexed_).
Grasshopper! Well? What's wanted?

PAGE. I am sent--

HOHENZOLL. Speak softly now, don't wake him with your chirping!
Come now! What's up?

PAGE. The Elector sent me hither.
He charges you that, when the Prince awakes,
You breathe no word to him about the jest
It was his pleasure to allow himself.

HOHENZOLLERN (softly).
You skip off to the wheatfield for some sleep.
I knew that, hours ago. So run along.

SCENE IV

COUNT HOHENZOLLERN _and the_ PRINCE of HOMBURG.

HOHENZOLLERN (_taking a position some distance behind the_ PRINCE _who
is still gazing fixedly up toward the terrace_).
Arthur!

[_The_ PRINCE _drops to the ground._]

And there he lies!
You could not do it better with a bullet.

[_He approaches him._]

Now I am eager for the fairy-tale
He'll fabricate to show the reason why
Of all the world he chose this place to sleep in.

[_He bends over him._]

Arthur! Hi! Devil's own! What are you up to?
What are you doing here at dead of night?

THE PRINCE. Ah, dear, old fellow!

HOHENZOLLERN. Well, I'm hanged! See here!
The cavalry's a full hour down the road
And you, their colonel, you lie here and sleep.

THE PRINCE. What cavalry?

HOHENZOLLERN. The Mamelukes, of course!
Sure as I live and breathe, the man's forgot
That he commands the riders of the Mark!

THE PRINCE (rising).
My helmet, quick then! My cuirass!

HOHENZOLLERN. Where are they?

THE PRINCE. Off to the right there, Harry.--On the stool.

HOHENZOLL. Where? On the stool?

THE PRINCE. I laid them there, I thought--

HOHENZOLLERN (regarding him).
Then go and get them from the stool yourself.

THE PRINCE. What's