Lop. Shoot him?
Gar. Yes. The grave ’s the great republican senate house,—where each man has the floor.
Lop. (Laughing) And you will introduce him!
Gar. Hark!
Lop. The Emperor! Go! (Exit Garza. Enter Maximilian and Prince Salm-Salm)
Max. (Greeting Lopez affectionately) You’re early out, my boy.
Lop. Your majesty, I am the officer of the day.
Max. Yes,—I remember. Who was your friend?
Lop. Ramirez, of Dupin’s regiment.
Salm. Ramirez! He ’s much changed if that was he.