u to retire.

[PROKESCH _exit._]

FLAMBEAU.

We shan't be crowned just yet by Uncle Fesch!

SEDLINZKY.

[_Indicating the_ ATTACHE.]

Lead off this gentleman. You, sir, in this?
Your Government shall hear of it.

THE DUKE.

I swear
He was not of the plot!

THE ATTACHE.

Forgive me, Sire,
Since they're arresting us I take my share.

THE DUKE.

[_To the_ ATTACHE, _as he is led off._]

Good-bye, then.

[_To_ SEDLINZKY.]

Now, policeman, show your zeal.

SEDLINZKY.

[_To his men, pointing to the_ COUNTESS.]

Take the false Prince wherever--she--belongs.

THE DUKE.

[_Haughtily._]

With all the honors due to me!

THE COUNTESS.

That voice!
Ah, hapless child! You would have made a leader!

[_She is led off._]

SEDLINZKY.

As for the rest, we'll shut our eyes: _Verb. sap._

A CONSPIRATOR.

I think--

MARMONT.

To serve the cause--

ANOTHER CONSPIRATOR.

We'd better go.

ANOTHER.

Reserve our strength--

ANOTHER.

For later--

ANOTHER.

Bide our time.

[_All disappear._]

FLAMBEAU.

[_To_ SEDLINZKY.]

Open your eyes again. Here's one more left.

THE DUKE.

Oh, fly for my sake!

FLAMBEAU.

Yours?

SEDLINZKY.

[_To a policeman._]

'Tis he!

POLICEMAN.

Perhaps.
Wanted in Paris.

SEDLINZKY.

How can we make sure!

[_The_ POLICEMAN _hands him a paper, which he
reads._]

"Nose ordinary, eyes ordinary,
Mouth ordinary--" Extraordinary!

[_Watching_ FLAMBEAU.]

Two bullets in his--back.

FLAMBEAU.

A lie!

SEDLINZKY.

Of course.

FLAMBEAU.

I'm lost. All right; I'll have my little joke,
And deck myself in flowers ere dropping out.

SEDLINZKY.

You answer to the name of Seraph Flambeau.

FLAMBEAU.

No, sir! That name's not good enough to die with.
I'll be drum-major in the Dance of Death;
Not merely Seraph, nor Flambeau, the torch.
I broaden! I'm Archangel Chandelier!

THE DUKE.

Will you deliver him to France?

SEDLINZKY.

Yes.

THE DUKE.