Lop. You ’ll hear no more of flight, my lord?
Max. No more.
Lop. Then I ’ll to duty, knowing all is well.
(Exit Lopez)
Dupin. (Aside) And I ’ll go find a breakfast for my little man-eater. (Clapping his weapon) There ’s never anything to be done around his saintship. (Exit)
Mir. In half an hour?
Max. Yes. The plans will then be ready. (Turns to go in) You, prince, with me. Though I ’ve dismissed your head from service, I still must have your heart. (Goes into church with Salm-Salm)
Mir. (To Mendez) What do you think of it?
Men. Why, sir, I ’d rather die fighting than running. And there ’s a chance for us. The Liberals are beggared. There ’s hardly a uniform in camp. If Marquez had kept true, we should have saved the empire.
Mir. Don’t speak of him! Hell’s throne is empty while he ’s on earth!