Resenting The Painting-Room Of The Royal Porcelain Factory. Through The Doors The Furnaces Are Seen, On Which The Porcelain Is Placed To Set The Colors, And Which Several Workmen Are Attending. The Curtain Rises Slowly To The Music. Chorus. (German Air.) Home, Home, Home-- Dear, Lost Home! Though Here We Pine In Slavery, Our Hearts Are All In Saxony, Our Girlhood'S Happy Home! Land Of The Free And Bold, To Hopeless Bondage Sold! While Abject Toil And Fear Enchain Thy Daughters Here, We Yearn For Thee, O Saxony!-- For Freedom, Love, And Home! (The Girls Attempt To Waltz To The Music; But, Overcome By Their Feelings, They Resume Their Tasks.) Solo--Sophia. Home, Home, Home-- Dear, Lost Home! Though Cares Oppress Us Fearfully, We Exiles Carol Cheerfully Of Girlhood'S Happy Home! Beneath Our Native Sky, The Hours Went Swiftly By; While On A Foreign Soil, Our Youth Consumes In Toil! We Yearn For Thee, O Saxony!-- For Freedom, Love, And Home! (The Girls Attempt To Waltz, As Before, Etc.) Chorus. Home, Home, Home, Etc. (The Workmen And The Girls Resume Their Tasks.) (Enter Count Laniska, Albert, And Wedgewood.) Wedgewood (Looking Around, And Speaking Enthusiastically As He Enters.) Admirable, Upon My Word! Every Department Better Than The Last, And This The Best Of All! Never Saw Anything Like It. The Colors Brilliant--The Designs Exquisitely Classical--"A Place For Everything, And Everything In Its Place!" Count. Whatever His Majesty Constructs, Whether A Fortress Or A Factory, Is Perfect In All Its Details. Wedgewood. Yet Look Around, And Read Your Monarch'S History In The Eyes Of These Prisoners Of War. Observe That Picture Of Melancholy (Pointing To Sophia, Who, During The Scene, Has Been Leaning Dejectedly On Her Hand.--Karl Standing By Her Side.) How Reluctantly She Pursues Her Task! Our English Manufacturers Work In Quite Another Manner, For They Are Free! Karl. And Are Free Men Or Free Women Never Indisposed?--Or Do You Englishmen Blame Your King Whenever Any Of His Subjects Turn Pale? The Woman At Whom You Are Looking Is Evidently Ill. Wedgewodd. The Fie Upon Your Inhumanity For Making A Poor, Sick Girl Work When She Seems Scarcely Able To Hold Up Her Head! (Aside.) I Don't Half Like That Fellow. Villainously Odd. Albert (To Sophia.) My Poor Girl, What Is The Matter With You. The Overseer Says That, Since You Came Here, You Have Done Nothing Worthy Of Your Pencil. Yet This Charming Piece (Pointing To An Ornament On Her Painting)--Which Was Brought From Saxony Is Of Your Design--Is It Not? Sophia. Yes, Sir, It Was My Misfortune To Paint It. If The King Had Never Seen Or Liked It, I Should Now Be-- Albert. In Saxony; But Forget That Country, And You May Be Happy In This. Sophia. I Can Not Forget It!--I Can Not Forget Everybody That I Ever Loved. Ask Not A Saxon Woman To Forget Her Country! Albert. Whom Do You Love In Saxony Now? Sophia. Whom Do I Not Love In Saxony? I Have A Brother There, Whom I Have Not Seen Since Childhood. He Was At College When I Was Carried Off From The Cottage In Which We Both Were Born. He Is Ignorant Of My Fate. (She Regards Albert With Great Attention, And Examines His Features Minutely.) Albert. Why Do You Gaze Upon Me So Intently? Sophia. I Know Not Why, Sir; But You Seemed Even Now A Dear Heart-Cherished One, Whom I Have Wished For Long And Anxiously. Albert. Think Me That One, And Trust Me. Sophia. I Will--For There'S A Cherub Nestling In My Heart Which Whispers, "You Are Here To Save Me!" (Albert Leads Her To Her Task, Which She Resumes In Great Dejection Of Spirits.) Wedgewood (To Karl.) Is That Poor Girl Often Thus? Karl. She Sits As You See Her, Like One Stupefied, Half The Day. Wedgewood. The Cause Of This--If It Is Convenient? Karl. She Has Fallen To The Lot Of A Soldier (Glancing At Sophia)--Who Swears, If She Delays Another Day To Marry Him, That He Will Complain To The King. Count (Turning Furiously Upon Karl.) Wretch! (Seizes Him.) Karl (Throwing Him Off.) This Insult Will Cost You Dear! Your Scorn For The King'S Commands-- Count (Scornfully.) I Had Forgotten. (Releases Him.) You Are A Mere Instrument In The Hands Of A Tyrant! Karl (Aside.) That Word Again!-- Sophia (Running Between Them, And Throwing Herself At The Feet Of Laniska.) Save Me! Save Me! You Can Save Me! You Are A Powerful Lord, And Can Speak To The King! Save Me From This Detested Marriage. Karl (Aside To Sophia.) Are You Mad? Count (Raising Sophia, Who Clings To Him, And Shrinks From Karl.) I Will Do So, Or Perish In The Attempt! Karl (Aside.) Ah! Say You So? Then The King Shall Know His Enemy And Mine! [Exit. Wedgewood (Noticing Karl Go Off.) Whew! There'S Mischief Brewing! If That Black-Muzzled Rascal Is Not Hatching Trouble For Us All, I'll Never Trust My Seven Senses Again! I Wonder They Permit Such A Bear To Go At Large In A Garden Like This--He'll Root Up The Flowers As Well As Weeds.--Dangerously Odd! (Trumpet Sounds Without, And A Buzz And Hum As If Of A Distant Crowd; The Noise Comes Near The Factory.) Wedgewood. What's Afoot Now, I Wonder? Albert. Some New Freak, No Doubt, Of This Eccentric Monarch. (Noises.) Wedgewood (Looking Out.) The Town Is All Astir (Noise Louder)--Humming And Buzzing Like A Hive Of Bees! (Noise, And Distant Shouts.) And Yonder Comes A Fussy Little Burgomaster With A Proclamation, And A Crowd Of Noisy Citizens At His Heels--Odd! [Noise And Shouts Increase. (Sophia And The Other Girls And The Workmen Leave Their Occupations, As If Anxious To Learn The Cause Of The Uproar. When The Buzzing, Huzzaing, And Noise Reach The Factory, Loud Sound Of The Trumpet.) Burgomaster (Without.) Make Way There, Good People--Make Way There For The Royal Herald! (The Burgomaster Bustles In With The Herald--The Crowd Following And Surrounding Him--Noises.) Stand Back (Using His Wand)--Stand Back, You Idle, Ragged Tatterdemalions, And Pay All Due Reverence To The Constituted Authorities! (Laughter)--For Know All Men By These Presents (Very Pompously,) That I Represent The King! (Laughter.) Wedgewood. What A Figure For The Part! (Laughter.) Burgomaster (Smartly Striking With His Wand One Who Laughs Louder Than The Rest.) Take That, And Let It Teach You Better Manners In Future, You Scarecrow!--Now Draw Near, Good People, And Be Dumb! Lend Me All Your Ears!-- Wedgewood. You Have Ears Enough Already For Any Two-Legged Animal-- Burgomaster. While I, By Virtue Of My Office As A Magistrate, Publish This Important Document! (Sophia Comes Forward.) Citizen (Eagerly.) Now For It! Burgomaster (Hitting Him Smartly Over The Head.) You Will, Will You?--Hish! This Paper Is Big With Information To The Whole Realm; But More Especially To The Daughters Of Saxony. (Sophia And The Girls Of The Factory, By Looks And Actions, Evince Great Interest In The Reading Of The Paper.) Burgomaster. Hish! (To Herald.) Now Proceed In Regular Order, And According To Ancient Form And Usage, To Read The Royal Proclamation!--Hish! (Hands Paper To Herald.) Herald (Reads.) "By The Grace Of God, We, Frederick The Second, King Of Prussia, Hereby Make Known That He Will Give Freedom--" Sophia (Eagerly Aside.) Freedom? (Listens With Anxiety.) Herald. "And A Reward Of Five Hundred Crowns To The Artist Who Shall Produce The Most Beautifully Designed And Highly-Finished Enameled Porcelain Vase Of Berlin China; And Permit Her To Marry Whomsoever She Shall Think Proper." Sophia (Aside And Joyfully.) Her I Aright? (The Girls Of The Factory Show Great Joy At This.) Herald. "The Artist'S Name Shall Be Inscribed Upon The Vase, Which Shall Be Called 'The Prussian Vase.'" Sophia (Aside.) Oh, Happy, Happy News! Herald. "Signed At The Sans Souci-- "By The King." Omnes. Ha-Z-Z-A-A-H-A-A-A-A! (Amid The Shouts And General Joy Of The Girls, The Burgomaster Bustles Out, Using His Wand Frequently, And Speaking All The While; The Herald Following, And The Citizens Buzzing And Huzzaing As Before.) Silence You Nondescript Villains!--Silence, I Say! You Stun Me With Your Uproar! (Loud Shout.--Passionately.) Oh, Shut Your Ugly Mugs! (Strikes Them.) Wedgewood. Mugs! I Like That. He's In The Crockery-Trade, Like Myself. Sophia (With Joy.) This Proclamation Has Animated Me With New Life And Energy. I Feel Like One Inspired! Count. What Mean You? Sophia. To Become A Competitor For The Prize. Albert. You Will Have Many Opponents. Sophia. I Heed Them Not. Wedgewood. All Will Be Zeal Throughout The Manufactory. Sophia. So Much The Greater Need For My Perseverance. Albert. Some Will Be Excited With The Hope Of Gaining Their Liberty. Sophia. Oh, Blessed Hope! Wedgewood. Some Stimulated By The Crowns.--Not At All Odd.--It Would Be Odd If They Were Not! Sophia. But None Have So Strong A Motive For Exertion As I Have. Count (With Enthusiasm.) Nobly Resolved! I Will Assist You With Every Faculty I Possess. Albert (With The Same Feeling.) And I! Wedgewood (With The Same.) And All!--If It Is Convenient. Sophia (Joyfully.) Then Doubt Not My Success. (Exit Laniska, Albert, And, Wedgewood.) Oh, How My Heart Bounds With The Thoughts Of Once More Seeing Saxony! Its Mountains, Torrents, Vineyards, Are All Before Me Now! And Then Our Native Songs!--They Steal Into My Heart And Melt It. Song And Chorus. (German Air.) Sophia And Factory Girls. Sky, Stream, Moorland, And Mountain, Tree, Cot, Spire, And Dome, Breeze, Bird, Vineyard, And Fountain, Kindred, Friends, Country, And Home!-- Home, Home, Home, Home!-- These Are The Blessings Of Home! (The Factory-Girls Now Waltz Cheerfully To The Music.) Hope How Fondly I Cherish, Dear Land, To See Thee Once More! O Fate! Let Me Not Perish Far From My Own Native Shore! Home, Home, Home, Home!-- Saxony, Liberty'S Home! (The Girls Waltz As Before, Etc.) Those Who Freedom Inherit, Bow Not To Tyranny'S Throne; Then, Friends, In A Kind Spirit, Judge Of My Love By Your Own. Home, Home, Home, Home!-- The Land Of The Heart Is Our Home! (They All Waltz With Great Spirit Until The Scene Closes.) Scene Ii. A Street In Berlin. Enter Frederick In A Cloak--Karl Following. King. Those Who Have The Command Of Motives, And Know Their Power, Have Also The Command Of All That The Arts, Or What Is Called A Genius For The Arts, Can Produce. The Human Mind And Human Ingenuity Are Much The Same In Italy, England, And Prussia. Then Why Should Not We Have A Prussian As Well As A Wedgewood Or A Barbarini Vase? We Shall See. I Do Not Understand Mon Metier De Roi, If I Can Not Call Forth Talents Where I Know Them To Exist. (To Karl.) And So The Count Denounced Me For A Tyrant, Did He, Karl? Karl. He Did, Your Majesty. King. He's A Mere Stripling; And I Permit Boys And Fools To Speak Of Me As They List. But I Am No Tyrant, Karl! He Might Have Spared Me That. (Musingly.) Tyrant!-- Karl (Aside.) It Rankles Deeply. King (Recovering From His Meditation.) Youth And Inexperience--To Say Nothing Of Love--Pshaw!--Which Is The Root Of All Folly--Shall Be His Apology This Time: But Let Him Beware How He Offends Again-- Karl (Aside.) It Moves Him As I Intended. King. No, I Am No Tyrant. I Should Not Be Branded With Such A Title! Karl (Startled.) Branded, Your Majesty? King. What Has Happened, Karl? You Are As Pale As Ashes! What Mystery Is Here? I Am To Be Trusted. Karl. Your Majesty Was Ever Kind; And If I Might-- King. Might! You May. Speak Freely To Your Sovereign--Your Friend--And Tell Me What It Is That Weighs Upon Your Mind. Song--Karl Dared These Lips My Sad Story Impart, What Relief It Would Give To My Heart! Though The Scenes Of Past Years As They Rise, Bring The Dews Of Remorse To My Eyes, Yet, Oh Hear Me, And Ever Conceal What In Agony Now I Reveal!-- King. Speak Freely, Karl-- Karl. And Behold, While I Throw Off The Mask! Ah, No, No, No, No, No-- I Shrink In Despair From The Task! In The Page Of My Life There Appears A Sad Passage That'S Written In Tears! Could But That Be Erased, I Would Give All The Remnant Of Days I May Live: Yet The Cause Of The Cloud On My Brow I Have Never Disclosed Until Now-- King. Say On, Karl-- Karl. Here Behold!--It Is Branded In Flame! Ah, No, No, No, No, No-- I Shrink In Despair From My Shame! [Karl Rushes Out. King. There'S A Mystery About That Fellow That I Can Not Understand.--Whom Have We Here? Oh, The English Traveller Who Is In Such A Good Humor With My Manufactory, And Who Has Such Strange Notions Respecting Me. Good--Good! [Draws His Cloak About Him And Retires. (Enter Wedgewood.) Wedgewood. I Begin To Perceive That I Shall Get Into Some Confounded Scrape If I Stay Here Much Longer, And So Will My Young Friend Mr. Worrendorf, Who Has Made Me His Confidant: But Mum'S The Word! (Seeing The King, Who Is In The Act Of Taking Snuff.) Ah, Use Snuff, My Old Boy?--Odd!--Thank You For A Pinch. (Takes A Pinch Sans Ceremonie, And Without The King'S Consent. Frederick Shuts The Box Angrily. Wedgewood Starts Back In Astonishment.--Aside.) Wonder Who The Old-Fashioned Brown Jug Can Be! I'll Take Him By The Handle And Pour Him Out, And See What's In Him. King. Like The Snuff? Wedgewood. Yes (Snuffs)--It'S Decent Blackguard (Snuffs)--Quite Decent. King. Taste It Again. Wedgewood. Don't Care If I Do. (Helps Himself.) King. Perhaps You Will Also Do Me The Favor To Accept The Box? Wedgewood (Taking The Box.) If It Is Convenient. What Am I To Infer From This? King. That You And I Cannot Take Snuff Out Of The Same Box. My Box Is Not Large Enough For Two. Wedgewood (Astonished.) You Don't Say So! "Not Large Enough For Two?" (Looks At The Box.) Damn Me If I Don't Think It Large Enough For A Dozen, Unless They Took Snuff With A Shovel! (Aside.) Who In The Name Of All That'S Magnanimous Can This Old Three-Cornered Cocked-Hatted Cockolorum Be? King. You Were Overheard To Say But Now That You Would Like To See The King? Wedgewood. Overheard? (Aside.) Ah, That'S The Way They Do Everything Here. A Man Can'T Sneeze Without Some One Of The Four Winds Of Heaven Reporting It To His Majesty! There Is No Such Thing As A Secret In The Whole Kingdom! How Do The Women Get Along, I Wonder? (To Frederick.) "Like To See The King?" Certainly I Should. King. That Box Will Procure You An Audience. Present It At The Palace. Wedgewood. Look You Here, My Jolly Old Cock, None Of Your Jokes--None Of Your Tricks Upon Travellers, If You Please. What Do You Mean? King. That I Am Appreciated At Court. Wedgewood (Aside.) Oh, There'S No Standing On This! (To Frederick.) Do You Intend To Say That You Are Personally Acquainted With Frederick The Great? King. I Know Him, I Believe, Better Than Any Subject In His Realm. He Is My Most Intimate Friend. Wedgewood. Well, Then, If That Be The Case, All That I Have To Say Is, That He Is Not Over And Above Nice In His Choice Of Companions.--What An Odd Old File! King (Angrily.) Look You Here, Mr. Wedgewood-- Wedgewood. W-E-D-G-E-W-O-O-D!-- King. Yes--I Know You Well Enough. You Are An Englishman By Birth--A Crockery-Merchant By Trade--A Gentleman From Inclination--And An Odd Sort Of Character From Habit. Without Knowing Anything More About It Than The Man In The Moon, You Have Condemned The Policy Of The King, Who Is Aware Of All You Have Said And Done Since Your Arrival In Prussia. Wedgewood (Alarmed.) Oh, I'll Get Out Of This Infernal Country As Fast As My Legs Can Carry Me! The King Is All Ears, Like A Field Of Corn; And All Eyes, Like A Potato-Patch! King. What Alarms You? Wedgewood. Everything. It'S All Over With Me! I'M An Earthen Teapot With The Spout Knocked Off!--Suspiciously Odd! King. You, Sir, Like Too Many Others, Are Entirely Mistaken In The Character Of Frederick. You Will Understand Him Better When We Meet Again (Going.) Wedgewood. But, Before You Go, Pray Receive Your Box Again!--(The King Looks At Him Sternly-- Wedgewood Is Greatly Alarmed)--If--It--Is--Convenient! King. Not Now. When Next We Confer, Remember Me.--Farewell! [Exit. Wedgewood. Remember You? I Think I Shall. Once Seen, Never Forgotten. What A Deep Old Screw! (Enter Harold.) Harold. The King Commands Your Presence At The Chateau Of The Countess. Wedgewood. The Devil He Does! (Looks At The Box.) What's Here? As I Live, The Royal Arms! (Conceals The Box From Harold.) Oh, The Thing'S Plain Enough. That Fellow Has Stolen This Box; And For Fear Of Being Found Out, He Has Put It Off On Me! It'S All Up!--I'Ve Been Bamboozled By The Nefarious Old Monster Of Iniquity! But I'll After Him Straight, And Have Him Jugged. If I Don't, They'll Make Not Bones Of Jugging Me!--If It Is Convenient. [Exit In A Flurry. Harold. How He Trembles! He's Frightened Out Of His Senses--Fear? What Is It? A Word Not To Be Found In The Articles Of War--A Soldier'S Only Vocabulary! Song--Harold. Fiery Mars, Thy Votary Hear! Weave For Me A Wreath Of Glory! When I Rest Upon My Bier, Let My Memory Live In Story! Aid My Sword In Time Of War! In My Country'S Cause I Wield It-- Only With The Breath I Draw, Will I To The Foeman Yield It! [Exit. Scene Iii. Sophia Mansfield'S Apartments In The Porcelain Factory. Enter Sophia. Sophia. 'Tis Done. My Vase Is Finished, And In The Possession Of The Overseer. How Is It With Me? Although My Fortunes Are Suspended By A Single Thread, An Unaccustomed Buoyancy Pervades My Bosom. Are These Emotions Precursors Of Victory, Or Has The Love Of Laniska Given Me A New Existence, And Tinged The World Once More With Hues Of Paradise? How New And Fresh And Strange Are All He Things Here About My Heart! This Is His Gift--A Simple Flower! He Said It Is An Emblem Of Love. It Is Not So. Love Does Not Perish Thus!--Love Can Not Be A Flower. Song-Sophia. Ah! Love Is Not A Garden-Flower, That Shoots From Out The Cultured Earth; That Needs The Sunbeam And The Shower, Before It Wakens Into Birth: It Owns A Richer Soil And Seed, And Woman'S Heart Supplies Them Both, Where It Will Spring, Without A Weed, Consummate In Its Growth. These Leaves Will Perish When Away From Either Genial Sun Or Shower; Not So Will Wither And Decay Celestial Love'S Perennial Flower. 'Tis Our Companion Countless Miles, Through Weal Or Woe In After Years; And Though It Flourishes In Smiles, It Blooms As Fresh In Tears! (Enter Frederica.) Frederica. My Dear Sophia, I Am Overjoyed To Learn That You Have Completed Your Vase. Sophia. Thanks, Dear Madam. Is It True That The Works Of The Different Competitors Are To Be Exhibited At The Fete Of The Countess, And That The Decision Is To Be There Made? Frederica. It Is--And The Countess Insists Upon Your Being Present. Sophia. I Am An Unknown Girl, Madam; And If I Decline The Invitation, I Beseech You Take It Not Amiss. Frederica. --But I Will Take It Amiss, And So Will The Count And Countess, Whose Messenger I Am, And Who Insisted Upon My Bringing You To The Chateau At Once. Sophia. Well, Madam, Since You Will Have It So-- Frederica. Oh, You'll Be Delighted. Only Think Of The Concentrated Attractions Of "The Court, The Camp, The Grove!" Oh, They'Re Too Much For Any Mortal Woman To Withstand! Duet--Sophia And Frederica The King, The Princes Of The Court, With Lords And Ladies Bright, Will In Their Dazzling State Resort To This Grand Fete To-Night: The Merry-Hearted And The Proud Will Mingle In The Glittering Crowd, Who Glide With Fashion'S Sparkling Stream Where One I Love Will Shine Supreme!-- La Ra La, La Ra La, La La La, Etc. The Cavaliers Of Italy, The Gay Gallants Of France, With Spain And England'S Chivalry, Will Join The Merry Dance. The Court Of Love--The Camp Of Mars, Fair Prussian Dames, "Earth-Treading Stars," To Music'S Strain Will Float In Light, Where One I Love Will Beam To-Night!-- La Ra La, La Ra La, La La La, Etc. [Exit Cheerfully. Scene Iv. Discovered. Grand Saloon In The Chateau Of The Countess Laniska, Arranged For A Fete. The Scene Opens With Dancing And Waltzing By The Characters, And Discovers The King And Retinue, Lords And Ladies Of The Court, Foreign Ambassadors And Attaches, The Countess Laniska, Albert, Wedgewood, Karl, Girls Of The Factory, Etc., Etc. The Characters Are Variously Grouped During The Dance; And While All Are Observing The King, Who, With Karl At His Side, Is Attentively Examining The Vases, Which Are Placed On Stands On One Side Of The Stage, The Count Laniska Enters, Conducting, In Sophia And Frederica. After The Dance, The King Speaks. King. The Hour Has Arrived Which Is To Decide The Fate Of The Competitors. (All The Characters Express By Their Looks And Actions The Utmost Anxiety As To The Result, And Draw Near To The King.) Karl (To King.) The Inscription Upon This Vase Is In The Handwriting Of The Count Laniska. King. 'Tis Well. Karl (Aside.) And It Is A Death-Warrant! King. Subjects And Children: We Have Reason To Be Proud Of An Art That Redounds To The Honor And Glory Of Prussia. Where All Have Deserved Well, All Shall Be Well Remembered. (The Girls Of The Factory Manifest Great Joy At These Words, And Turn To Congratulate Each Other. Sophia And Laniska Stand Apart, And Watch Every Action Of The King, While The Other Characters Appear Greatly Interested In Sophia.) This Vase, However, I Select From The Rest, As The Most Beautiful Of Them All. (Sophia Clasps Her Hands In Great Agitation.) Let This Be Known To After Ages As "The Prussian Vase;" And Let The Name Here Inscribed (Looks At And Points To The Name On The Vase) Be Chronicled Throughout These Realms. (Takes Sophia By The Hand.) Sophia Mansfield Is The Artist And She Is Free! (Sophia, Overcome By Her Feelings, Falls On The Bosom Of Frederica.) Chorus. Victoria! Victoria! The Saxon Maid Is Free-- Victoria! Victoria! Etc. Sophia. My Heart Will Break With Gratitude! Count. And Mine With Joy! Karl (Aside.) It Will Be Of Brief Duration. King (Who Has Regarded Sophia With Great Interest.) Let The Dance Proceed. (A Merry Dance And Waltz By The Characters, At The Termination Of Which A Tableau Is Formed. The Utmost Merriment And Hilarity Mark The Action Of The Scene. At The Conclusion Of The Dance, The King, Who Has Been Occupied In Carefully Examining The Vase, Wipes It With His Handkerchief, Which Becomes Stained With The Paint. Karl Draws His Attention To The Inscription.) Karl. Behold, My Liege!-- King. Ha! What Words Are These? (Reads.) "To Frederick The Great Tyrant"--Treachery!-- (Karl Immediately Seizes The Vase, And Carries It Off, Without The Inscription Being Seen By Any But The King.) Break Off The Sports! Countess (Greatly Astonished.) What Means Your Gracious Majesty? King. (Who Has Taken Out His Tablets, And Written On Them In Great Haste--Does Not Regard Her, And Speaks Furiously.)--Let All The Doors Be Closed! Such Base Ingratitude Shall Not Go Unpunished!--Give Over Your Mirth! Ho! My Guards! (Drums Immediately Sound.) My Guards! (Presto! Enter Harold, Corporal, And Grenadiers, In Great Haste. The King Hands Harold His Orders, And Rushes Out In A Towering Passion. Enter Wedgewood. All The Guests Are Thrown Into Great Confusion. Re-Enter Karl.) Harold (Promptly.) Count Laniska, Stand Forth! Count. What Is Your Business With Me, Harold? Harold. You Are Our Prisoner. Omnes. Prisoner? Karl (Aside.) Now I Triumph! Count. Under Whose Orders Do You Act? Harold. Those Of The King. Omnes. The King! Harold. Sophia Mansfield! Albert. What Of Her? Harold. She Must Away With Us To The Castle Of Spandau. Sophia. O Heaven, Support Me! Count (Drawing His Sword.) Touch Her At Your Peril, Harold! Albert. This Is Madness! Give Me Your Sword! (Wrests It From Him, And Give It To Harold.) Of What Are They Accused? Harold. Of Ingratitude And Treason! Omnes. Treason! Finale. Count. Treason! Omnes. Treason! Count. It Can Not Be! Of Treason Who Accuses Me? Harold. The King Himself!--These Orders Read! (Hands Paper To Count.) Omnes. The King Himself! Count (Looking At The Papers.) 'Tis True Indeed! Sophia. Oh, What A Fearful Change Is Here! Karl (Aside.) I Triumph Now!--My Vengeance Fear! (Sophia And Laniska Are Made Prisoners.) Omnes. The King'S Commands Let All Obey! Count And Sophia. We Must Obey! Sophia. Oh, How My Trusting Heart Is Grieved!-- Count. Our Royal Master Is Deceived! No Traitor I!--My Loyal Heart Spurns With Disdain So Base A Part! Sophia. How Vainly Fortune Smiled On Me! Sophia And Count. Oh, Give Me Death Or Liberty! Karl. Tear Them Apart! Harold And Grenadiers. No More Delay! Karl. To Prison, Hence!-- Omnes. To Prison? Harold And Grenadiers. Hence! Omnes. Away! Away! (As The Guards Attempt To Separate Count Laniska And Sophia, Great Confusion Ensues, And The Act-Drop Descends.) End Of The Second Act. Act Iii. Scene I. The Stage Represents Part Of The Castle Of Spandau, And Is Arranged As Follows: On The Left, Is A Large Rock; Above Which, In The Distance, Is The Tower. A Large Grated Door Opens Upon A Platform, Surrounded By Iron Railing.--Count Laniska Is Discovered Leaning Upon Them. On The Right, Is An Arched Cell, With Part Of The Wall Jutting From The Side, Behind Which Is A Secret Door. Above This Is A Fine View Of An Open Country, And A Clear, Blue, Starlight Sky. Sophia Is Seated In The Cell, At A Table.--The Whole Scene Is So Managed That, While The Audience Have A Full View Of Everything, The Prisoners, Although They Hear, Can Not See Each Other.--Time, Near Midnight.--The Curtain Rises Slowly To Music. Duet--Sophia And Count. Sophia. This Gloomy Cell Is My Abode At Last; The Sole Reward For All My Perils Past. 'Tis Strange That Love Within The Breast Should Dwell, When Hope, Dejected, Bids The Heart Farewell! Count. What Sounds Are These? No Human Form Is Near, And Yet That Well-Known Voice I Faintly Hear, 'Twas Sure The Fancied Music Of The Mind, Whose Breathings Mingled With The Midnight Wind. Both. Yes!--'Tis Lost!--'Tis Gone!--Hark! It Comes Again, Like Distant Echoes Of A Melting Strain: In Melody {Her/His} Spirit Floats Around!-- That Voice!--These Walls Are Vocal With The Sound. I Hear Its Music Near Me Still!--'Tis There! Sure 'Tis Some Gentle Spirit Of The Air! (During The Duet, The Moon Has Been Gradually Rising, And The Light Falls Through The Grated Windows Of The Prison.) (Enter Jailor, From The Tower, To Count Laniska.) Jailor. Count Laniska--A Friend, With An Order Form The King. Count. I Attend Him. [Exit Count Laniska. (Jailor Closes The Iron Door Over The Grated Window, Locks It, And Retires.) Sophia. 'Twas But A Dream!--'Tis Past, And All Is Still Again! [The Bell In The Tower Strikes Twelve Bravura--Sophia Hark! 'Tis The Deep-Toned Midnight Bell, That Bids A Sad And Long Farewell To The Departed Hour; How Like A Dirge Its Music Falls Within These Cold And Dreary Walls, Where Stern Misfortunes Lower! Ah! Vainly Through These Prison-Bars Glide The Pale Beams Of Moon And Stars, To Cheer This Lonely Tower; From Evening'S Close To Dawn Of Day, Hope'S Star Sheds Not A Single Ray To Light The Solemn Hour! Alas! What Pangs Must Guilt Conceal, When Innocence Like Mine Can Feel So Crushed In Such An Hour! I Know Not Whether Love Be Crime-- But If It Is, In Every Clime 'Tis Woman'S Fatal Dower! I Can Find No Clew To This Most Cruel Treachery. What Fiend In Human Shape Has Plotted My Destruction? (Sound Of Chains--Prison-Door Is Unlocked.) Ah! Karl Here! (Enter Karl, Who Secures The Door Through Which He Came In. He Takes A Position On The Opposite Side Of The Stage, And Regards Sophia Attentively.) Karl. Well, Sophia, We Meet At Last Where We Can Confer Without The Possibility Of Interruption. I Came To Save You. Sophia. My Life Would Not Be Worth Preserving, Owing Anything To You. Karl. Subdue This Unavailing Anger, And Listen To Your Friend. Sophia. Not To You. The Enmity Of Such A Man Is A Tribute Paid To Honesty. Friend! (Scornfully.) Karl. I Came To Give You Liberty. Sophia. How? Karl. By Flight. Sophia. Where? Karl. To Saxony. Sophia. With Whom! Karl. The Only One Who Loves You. Sophia. Name Him. Karl. Behold Him At Your Feet! Sophia. What Mockery Is This? Mark Me, Karl: I Am A Weak, Friendless, Unprotected Girl. If Your Sex Is Strong, Mine Is Resolute. Abandon Your Present Designs--Give Up This Useless Suit, And Cease To Persecute The Innocent. Karl. I Have Heard You! Now Listen To Me. You Are My Destiny. Sophia. Wretch! Karl. I Can Not And I Will Not Live Without You. To Secure, If Not Your Love, At Least The Possession Of Your Person, I Have Periled Everything. You Are Mine By Right, And I Will Have My Own. Sophia. Yours By Right!-- Karl. Yes. Sophia. What Right? Karl. The King Gave You To Me. Sophia. I Was Not His To Give. Karl. You Were His Bondwoman. Sophia. And His Bondwoman Spurned You, As She Ought! Karl. With Scorn You Did!--I Have Not Forgotten It. Sophia. And Does So Now Again. Karl. You Love Another! Sophia. I'll Not Deny It. Karl. Torture! (Draws His Dagger.) Sophia (Greatly Terrified.) Karl, You Would Not Stain This Prison-Floor With Blood! Karl. I Would, To Strike My Rival'S Heart Through Yours!--But Words Make The Blow Unnecessary. (Puts Up His Dagger.) Hear Me, Sophia. Till I Saw You, I Never Felt The Pangs Of Love!--I Never Shed A Tear! From Manhood'S Early Dawn, My Savage Nature Could Not Brook Reproof; Nor Friend Nor Foe Had Power Over Me. Your Smile Alone Subdued This Callous Heart. Sophia, Save Me!--Save A Repentant, Wretched Man! Song--Karl. (German Air.) Once, Mild And Gentle Was My Heart! My Youth From Guile Was Free! But When Love'S Bonds Were Torn Apart, What Joy Had Life For Me? No Words, No Threats Could Daunt My Soul, My Reckless Spirit Spurned Control Till Swayed By Smiles From Thee! A Wanderer O'Er The Desert Sand, And Outcast On The Sea, An Exile From My Native Land-- What's All The World To Me? Each Friend Misfortune Proved A Foe: I Scorned The High--Despised The Low-- Till Swayed By Smiles From Thee! (At He Conclusion Of The Song, Enter, By The Secret Door, Harold, With A Carbine, Conducting In Albert And Wedgewood Stealthily.) Harold (Aside.) I Knew That I Was Right. Albert (Aside.) Silence--On Your Lives! Wedgewood (Aside.) If It Is Convenient! [They Conceal Themselves. Sophia. It Is In Vain! Karl. Then You Must Away With Me This Very Night, This Very Hour, Or Perish Here! (Karl Advances And Takes Her By The Wrist. Albert Keeps Wedgewood And Harold Off.) Sophia. Villain, Forbear! Oh, Help Me, Heaven! Karl (Drawing His Dagger.) You Call In Vain! Your Doom Is Sealed!--Die! (As He Is About To Stab Sophia, Wedgewood Seizes His Arm.) Wedgewood. You Lie, You Infernal Scoundrel! Karl. Ha! Betrayed!--Have At You, Then! (A Struggle Ensues Between Karl And Wedgewood, In Which The Former Is Overcome, And Thrown Upon The Ground. Sophia Rushes Into Albert'S Arms In Great Agitation. Harold Advances To The Center Of The Stage, And Aims His Carbine At Karl. At The Same Moment, Wedgewood, Who Has Had A Desperate Struggle With Karl, Exclaims--) Wedgewood Your Dagger! Your Dagger! (Wrests It From Him.) Now Yield, Or Die!--(Rises, Places His Foot Upon Karl, And Holds The Dagger Up)--If It Is Convenient! (Tableau.--Scene Closes.) [Exit. Scene Ii. Another Cell In The Castle Of Spandau.--Enter Count Laniska And Jailor. Jailor. Count Laniska, You Bear The King'S Commission, Although A Prisoner; Therefore, While I Leave You To Examine These Papers (Hands Papers,) Received From Mr. Worrendorf, I Rely Upon Your Honor Not To Attempt To Escape. Count. Your Confidence Is Not Misplaced, Believe Me. [Exit Jailor.]--(Looks At Papers.) My Friend Is Unwearied In My Cause. But I Am A Soldier, And Have Ever Held My Life At The Disposal Of The King. If Sophia Were Free And Happy, I Could Look Upon Death With An Undaunted Spirit. (Puts Up Papers.) How Like An Angel She Appeared When Last I Gazed Upon Her Heavenly Face--Now Glistening With The Tear, Now Radiant With The Smile Of Beauty! Song--Laniska. The Gentle Bird On Yonder Spray, That Sings Its Little Life Away; The Rose-Bud Bursting Into Flower, And Glittering In The Sun And Shower; The Cherry-Blossom On The Tree-- Are Emblematic All Of Thee. Yon Moon That Sways The Vassal Streams, Like Thee In Modest Beauty Beams; So Shines The Diamond Of The Mine, And The Rock-Crystal Of The Brine; The Gems Of Heaven, The Earth And Sea, Are Blended, All, Dear Maid, In Thee! [Exit Scene Iii. An Apartment In The Gallery Of Paintings At Sans Souci. Enter Albert And Wedgewood In Haste, Meeting The Countess Laniska. Albert. Have You Seen The King? Countess. His Majesty Has Not Yet Appeared. Wedgewood. A Crate Of Mouldy Straw For Your Warlike Government! (Snaps His Fingers.) That For Your Soldier-Like System Of Doing Business! I Wouldn'T Give A Broken Basin For It! Why, The Commanding Officer Has Only To Say, "Hang Me Up That Tall Fellow Like A Scarecrow," And Up He Goes--Tzck!--Or, "Give Me That Short Chap The Cat-O'-Nine-Tails," And, Whack, He Has It--Or, "Shoot Me Yonder Half-Dozen Specimens Of Humanity," And Bang, 'Tis Done! (Enter Frederick, Followed By Harold, Unperceived, At The Back Of The Stage.) Albert. If