of one another_.]

TRUCHSZ (_writing_). Which lies behind their right.

MARSHAL. The Prince of Homburg--
Where is the Prince of Homburg?

HOHENZOLLERN (_in a whisper_). Arthur!

THE PRINCE (_with a start_). Here!

HOHENZOLL. Have you gone mad?

THE PRINCE. My Marshal, to command!

[_He flushes, and, taking out pen and parchment, writes._]

MARSHAL. To whom His Highness, trusting that he lead
His force to glory as at Rathenow,
Confides the mounted squadrons of the Mark

[_He hesitates._]

Though in no way disprizing Colonel Kottwitz
Who shall be aid in counsel and right hand--

[_To_ CAPTAIN GOLZ _in a low voice._]

Is Kottwitz here?

GOLZ. No, General. He has,
You note, dispatched me hither in his place
To take the battle order from your lips.

[_The_ PRINCE _gazes over toward the ladies again._]

MARSHAL (_continuing_).
Takes station in the plain near Hackelwitz
Facing the right wing of the enemy
Well out of range of the artillery fire.

GOLZ (_writing_). Well out of range of the artillery fire.

[_The_ ELECTRESS _ties a scarf about the_ PRINCESS' _throat. The_
PRINCESS, _about to draw on a glove, looks around as if she were in
search of something._]

ELECTOR (_approaches her_).
Dear little girl of mine, what have you lost?

ELECTRESS. What are you searching for?

NATALIE. Why, Auntie dear,
My glove! I can't imagine--

[_They all look about._]

ELECTOR (_to the ladies-in-waiting_). Would you mind?--

ELECTRESS (_to the_ PRINCESS). It's in your hand.

NATALIE. The right glove; but the left?

ELECTOR. You may have left it in your bedroom.

NATALIE. Oh,
Bork, if you will?

ELECTOR _(to the lady-in-waiting)_. Quick, quick!

NATALIE. Look on the mantel.

[_The lady-in-waiting goes out.-]

THE PRINCE _(aside)_.
Lord of my life? Could I have heard aright?

[_He draws the glove from his collar._]

MARSHAL _(looking down at the paper which he holds in
his hand)_.
Well out of range of the artillery fire.

[_Continuing_.]

The Prince's Highness--

THE PRINCE _(regarding now the glove, now the PRINCESS)_.
It's this glove she's seeking--

MARSHAL. At our lord sovereign's express command--

GOLZ _(writing)_. At our lord sovereign's express command--

MARSHAL. W