Pauline
I will certainly get up then if I can. Father, kiss me before you go.
The General (kissing her)
My darling child! (To Napoleon) Come, my boy.
(They all go out, except Pauline, Marguerite and Napoleon.)
Napoleon (to Pauline)
And how is it you do not kiss me? Tell me what ails you?
Pauline
Oh! I am dying!
Napoleon
Do people die? Pauline, what is death made of?
Pauline
Death—is made—like this—
(Pauline falls back into Marguerite's arms.)
Marguerite
Oh! My God! Help! Help!
Napoleon
Oh! Pauline, you frighten me! (Running away.) Mamma! Mamma!