LISA. Yes, when you love me.
PEHR. But I do!
LISA. No, you do not; so far you love only yourself. Out again, Pehr, and learn something! There are not many wishes left to you; the greatest but most dangerous one is ahead of you—Power! That is the highest thing a frail mortal can attain. But woe to him who misuses it! He is the world's greatest criminal, for he makes a caricature of Our Blessed Lord! Farewell, King! thy crown awaits thee! [Disappears.]
PEHR. Oh, my queen!
ACT FOUR
SCENE ONE.
Interior of a palace in Oriental style. To right a throne, before it a table, with royal regalia; to left a divan, pillows arranged on floor in a semi-circle.
At rise of curtain The Ameer discovered lying on floor writing on a paper scroll.
[Enter Chamberlain of the Caliph.]
CHAMBERLAIN. Is that the young Caliph's genealogical chart?