y Mass; you see
This Sacrament is not--

THE DUKE.

The last. 'Tis true.

THE ARCHDUCHESS.

Well? Are you coming? Hark! The Mass begins!

THE DUKE.

'Tis true, the illustrious audience should be present.

THE ARCHDUCHESS.

We've but the Prelate and the Acolyte.

THE DUKE.

So, then, I am to have a respite--?

[_They go out._]

[_As soon as they have disappeared, the opposite
door opens and_ GENERAL HARTMANN _ushers in
the_ COURT.]

HARTMANN.

Come!
Place yourselves here; and when, with humbled eyes
The Duke is prostrate to receive the Host--

ONE OF THE PRINCES.

We'll place ourselves--

A PRINCESS.

[_To a child._]

Hush!

HARTMANN.

In that awful moment
When nothing can distract a Christian's thoughts
I'll softly ope the door. For one brief second
Your Highnesses will see his golden head;
Then I shall close the door, and thus he'll rise,
Not knowing he received, before the Court,
As usage dictates, the Viaticum.

METTERNICH.

Silence!

PROKESCH.

[_Who has just brought in the_ COUNTESS _and_ THERESA.]

They have permitted me to place you
Behind the Imperial Family, and thus,
Above the heads of Princes bent in prayer,
O'er whom mysterious fate is hovering,
And pallid children clasping pitiful hands,
For the last time you'll see the dying Duke.

THERESA.

Oh, thank you, thank you, sir!

HARTMANN.

Let no one stir
When the door opens!

MARIA LOUISA.

Ah! The sacring-bell!

A PRINCESS.

It is the Elevation!

[_All kneel._]

HARTMANN.

Gently!

THE COUNTESS CAMERATA.

[_To_ METTERNICH.]

Well,
Prince? Is there nothing you regret?

METTERNICH.

No, nothing.
I did my duty. Madam--often suffered
While doing it--for my country's weal, my master's,
And in defence of ancient privilege.

THE COUNTESS.

You've no regrets?

METTERNICH.

No. None.

MARIA LOUISA.

The _Agnus Dei_.

[_To_ HARTMANN, _who very gently opens the door
a very little way and peers through._]

Let not the door creak as you open it!

METTERNICH.

None. But he was a noble Prince. I kneel
To-day not only to the Lamb of God!

HARTMANN.

The Pr