Where princesses and beggars swoon to meet!—
[Surreptitiously, he takes from Calaf’s side a wallet. Then beckons the Maskers.]
Prime-Minister, follow your emperor!
[He departs with the Maskers]
BARAK
[With solicitude]
Calaf—my prince!
[He raises him to a sitting posture]
CALAF
[Dazedly]