I--

FLAMBEAU.

On the box a little curly head.

THE DUKE.

'Tis I!

FLAMBEAU.

And what about this handkerchief?

Eh! Not so bad, the little King of Rome?

THE DUKE.

But--

FLAMBEAU.

Colored print to paste upon your walls.

THE DUKE.

Again! on horseback!

FLAMBEAU.

Yes, and caracolling.

How d'you like this pipe?

THE DUKE.

But tell me, Flambeau--

FLAMBEAU.

You cannot say they haven't drawn you handsome!

THE DUKE.

I--

FLAMBEAU.

A c.o.c.kade, to tease the government.

THE DUKE.

What's that?

FLAMBEAU.

A medal. Trivial fancy goods.

THE DUKE.

Still I?

FLAMBEAU.

Still you. Look here, what words are ground Upon this tumbler?

THE DUKE.

"Francis, Duke of Reichstadt."

FLAMBEAU.

Of course you can't get on without a plate--

THE DUKE.

A plate?

FLAMBEAU.

A knife, a napkin-ring, an egg-cup.

They've made you look so happy on the egg-cup!

The table's laid, my Lord: my Lord is served!

THE DUKE.

[_With increasing emotion._]

Flambeau--

FLAMBEAU.

On everything. Here's a cravat In which you're woven riding in the clouds; And playing cards of which you're Ace of Spades--

THE DUKE.

Flambeau!

FLAMBEAU.

And Almanacs--