Rus. Most glorious Majesty!
Belg. Mighty France!
It. Italy’s savior!
Aus. Christendom’s king!
Lou. I thank you, my good lords; but we’re too sad
To smile at compliments; Carlotta comes
To beg our power to uphold her throne,
Though Heaven has decreed her empire’s fall.
We ask you hear our open clear defence,
And help set forth our duty, that the Empress
May see our wisdom through our tears.
It. We ’ll lend
Your Majesty what voice we can.
Lou. I thank you.
(Aside to Austrian) My lord, a word. The Prussian talons creep
Toward Austria. France is your friend.
Aus. O, sire!
Lou. If you would have her strong pray that no sword
Of hers be lost in Mexico.
Aus. I will,
My lord.