Princess S. What shall I do? This moment you must fly!
Stand not, your majesty! ’T will be too late!
(Prince Salm-Salm comes to door)
Thank God, my husband! His majesty ’s betrayed!
You ’ve never doubted me!
Prince Salm. Betrayed?
Max. No, prince,—
Prince Salm. I ’ll visit every post!
Princess S. You but lose time.
(The prince hurries out)
Oh God! Oh God!
Max. Sweet princess, be not troubled.
There is no cause.