PRINCE PAUL:

[(bowing very low)] Sire, 'tis enough for me to have your confidence. [(Aside)] I was afraid he was going to revenge himself, and give me another decoration.

CZAR:

[(returning to his chair)] Well, gentlemen.

MARQUIS DE POIVRARD:

Sire, I have the honour to present to you a loyal address from your subjects in the Province of Archangel, expressing their horror at the last attempt on your Majesty's life.

PRINCE PAUL:

The last attempt but two, you ought to have said, Marquis. Don't you see it is dated three weeks back?

CZAR:

They are good people in the Province of Archangel--- honest, loyal people. They love me very much---simple, loyal people; give them a new saint, it costs nothing. Well, Alexis [(turning to the CZAREVITCH)]---how many traitors were hung this morning?

CZAREVITCH:

There were three men strangled, Sire.

CZAR:

There should have been three thousand. I would to God that this people had but one neck that I might strangle them with one noose! Did they tell anything? Whom did they implicate? What did they confess?

CZAREVITCH:

Nothing, Sire.

CZAR:

They should have been tortured then; why weren't they tortured? Must I always be fighting in the dark? Am I never to know from what root these traitors spring?

CZAREVITCH:

What root should there be of discontent among the people but tyranny and injustice amongst their rulers?

CZAR:

What did you say, boy? tyranny! tyranny! Am I a

tyrant? I'm not. I love the people. I'm their father. I'm called so in every official proclamation. Have a care, boy; have a care. You don't seem to be cured yet of your foolish tongue. [(Goes over to PRINCE PAUL and puts his hand on his shoulder.)] Prince Paul, tell me, were there many people there this morning to see the Nihilists hung?

PRINCE PAUL:

Hanging is of course a good deal less of a novelty m Russia now, Sire, than it was three or four years ago; and you know how easily the people get tired even of their best amusements. But the square and the tops of the houses were really quite crowded, were they not, Prince? [(To the CZAREVTTCH, who takes no notice.)]

CZAR:

That's right; all loyal citizens should be there. It shows them what to look forward to. Did you arrest any one in the crowd?

PRINCE PAUL:

Yes, Sire; a woman, for cursing your name. [(The CZAREVITCH starts anxiously.)] She was the mother of two of the criminals.

CZAR:

[(looking at CZAREVITCH)] She should have blessed me for having rid her of her children. Send her to prison.

CZAREVITCH:

The prisons of Russia are too full already, Sire. There is no room in them for any more victims.

CZAR:

They don't die fast enough, then. You should put more of them into one cell at once. You don't keep them long enough in the mines. If you do they're sure to die; but you're all too merciful. I'm too merciful myself. Send her to Siberia. She is sure to die on the way. [(Enter an AIDE-DE-CAMP.)] Who's that? Who's that?

AIDE-DE-CAMP:

A letter for his Imperial Majesty.

CZAR:

[(to PRINCE PAUL)] I won't open it. There may be something in it.

PRINCE PAUL:

It would be a very disappointing letter, Sire, it there wasn't. [(Takes letter himself, and reads it.)]

PRINCE PETROVITCH:

[(to COUNT ROUVALOFF)] It must be some sad news.