n my dream
They both are doomed and France shall reign alone.

(Enter Chamberlain)

Chamb. Your majesty, the Marechal Bazaine.

Lou. Bazaine! Admit him.

(Exit Chamberlain)

'Tis penance night with us,
And this man is the mirror of our conscience,
Showing its foulest spots.

(Enter Bazaine)

Baz. Sire, I salute you.
Now Paris is the star that all eyes seek.
The Exposition draws the world to you,
Who glitter here as you were made for heaven.

Lou. Ay,
Here we would shine that none may see our star
I' the West grow dark!... Now Maximilian?

Baz. He will be shot.

Lou. No jests! I ask you, sir,
What terms he may arrange for freedom.

Baz. None.

Lou. You speak not to a fool.

Baz. I trust not, sire.

Lou. You know the Mexicans. Tell me the truth.

Baz. I know the Mexicans. He will be shot.

Lou. God, no! That noble man!

Baz. Pray, sir, what fate
Had you in mind for Maximilian
When finding him too true to Mexico
For your proud aims, you sent such covered word
To one Bazaine he could but read therein
A revolution and the Emperor's fall?

Lou. I would have spared his life.

Baz. (Taking out paper) Then what means this?
(Reads)
'France weeps no death that brings her better fortune.'

Lou. You'd spy a warrant in the alphabet
Did you but wish to find one! Think you that
Meant--death?

Baz. (Closer) I know it.

Lou. What dare you?

Baz. Anything--
With this safe in my pocket. (Puts up paper)

Lou. Beware, Bazaine!

Baz. When one so mighty as your Majesty
Is my protector?

Lou. You--

(Enter Chamberlain)

Chamb. The Count von Ostein
Beseeches word with you.

Lou. He's welcome to it.

(Exit Chamberlain)

Adieu, le mare