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h a regal crown is dimly seen. FIFTH DOMINO. He has a doubly-fascinating charm:-- A fair Napoleon! Hamlet dressed in white! FIRST DOMINO. Let us conspire! SECOND DOMINO. First, I suggest we order A golden bee from Stieger in Vienna. ANOTHER DOMINO. Vienna! Why? That _would_ be idiotic! We'll have it made by Odiot in Paris. FOURTH DOMINO. I move we always wear with every dress A very striking bunch of violets. FIRST DOMINO. That's it, Princess! ANOTHER DOMINO. And let us risk returning To Empire fashions. SECOND DOMINO. For evening: not for day. THIRD DOMINO. Dear, don't forget the horrible short waists. ALL. And all the puffs!--and ruches!--Dearest! METTERNICH. Ladies-- ALL. Good heavens! METTERNICH. Go on with your delicious plotting. Conspire! conspire! Ha-ha! [_He goes out, laughing heartily._] FIRST DOMINO. And now That thanks to idle chatter we've removed Whatever doubts Sedlinzky had aroused, We'll prove that after female Machiavellis The Metternichest Metternich's a baby. ALL. Yes! FIRST DOMINO. Each remembers what she has to do? ALL. Yes! FIRST DOMINO. Mingle with the dances. SEVERAL MASKS. [_Pursuing another._] He's so funny! A MASK. It must be Sandor! ANOTHER. No! it's Fuerstenberg! ANOTHER. And who's the bear, dancing to Schubert's waltz? A MASK. What's sad Elvira's dress? A star? GENTZ. A night-light. A MASK. Thecla, the hypocrite--? GENTZ. Disguised as Truth. TIBURTIUS. [_Entering with_ THERESA.] Not gone to Parma, sister? THERESA. No. To-morrow. The Duchess put it off to see this ball. [_Pointing to a Domino who passes at the back accompanied by a Mask._] She's yonder with Bombelles: the greenish cape. TIBURTIUS. I'm glad you're going, for _Noblesse oblige_; I couldn't stand much more of those asides Between the little Bonaparte and you. THERESA. What? TIBURTIUS. 'Tis our glory that our ancestors Have not been over-prudish with our kings; It is no fall to pick up handkerchiefs When on the handkerchief a lily's broid
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