MURAT
I don’t quite see how you are going to manage when she does come.
Do we go before her toward Soissons when you have greeted her here,
or follow in her rear? Or what do we do?

NAPOLÉON
Heavens, I know no more than you! Trust to the moment and see what
happens. [A silence.] Hark—here she comes! Good little girl; up
to time!
[The distant squashing in the mud of a multitude of hoofs and
wheels is succeeded by the appearance of outriders and carriages,
horses and horsemen, splashed with sample clays of the districts
traversed. The vehicles slow down to the inn. NAPOLÉON’S face
fires up, and, followed by MURAT, he rushes into the rain towards
the coach that is drawn by eight horses, containing the blue-eyed
girl. He holds off his hat at the carriage-window.]

MARIE LOUISE [shrinking back inside]
Ah, Heaven! Two highwaymen are upon us!

THE EQUERRY D’AUDENARDE [simultaneously]
The Emperor!
[The steps of the coach are hastily lowered, NAPOLÉON, dripping,
jumps in and embraces her. The startled ARCHDUCHESS, with much
blushing and confusion recognizes him.]

MARIE LOUISE [tremulously, as she recovers herself]
You are so much—better looking than your portraits—that I hardly
knew you! I expected you at Soissons. We are not at Soissons yet?

NAPOLÉON
No, my dearest spouse, but we are together! [Calling out to the
equerry.] Drive through Soissons—pass the pavilion of reception
without stopping, and don’t halt till we reach Compiegne.
[He sits down in the coach and is shut in, MURAT laughing silently
at the scene. Exeunt carriages and riders toward Soissons.]

CHORUS OF THE IRONIC SPIRITS [aerial music]
First ’twas a finished coquette,
And now it’s a raw ingenue.—
Blond instead of brunette,
An old wife doffed for a new.
She’ll bring him a baby,
As quickly as maybe,
And that’s what he wants her to do,
Hoo-hoo!
And that’s what he wants her to do!

SPIRIT OF THE YEARS
What lewdness lip those wry-formed phantoms there!

IRONIC SPIRITS
Nay, Showman Years! With holy reverent air
We hymn the nuptials of the Imperial pair.
[The scene thickens to mist and obscures the scene.]

SCENE VII