Asef. God help thee!
Ig. Go!
(To ladies) ’T is done!
I know my sins!
Princess de V. But what a smiling sinner!
Princess Salm. A cloud is hovering. Come, sir! I shall know it!
(Takes his arm. Mexican national dance begins. All go into ballroom, the Empress with Lopez)
Mar. Ignacio a Liberal! And branded!
He ’s finished! But I ’ll pick my hour for it!
Mendorez safe! Ay, if he ’s bullet-proof!
(Re-enter Carlotta with Archbishop Labastida)
Lab. I thank your Highness for this gracious moment!
Most holy Empress—
Car. Not holy, sir, and yet
I hope with touch of God’s anointment on me.
Lab. Did it but rest with you His love would soon
Like cloud of rose veil Mexico in beauty.