ELECTOR (also rising). Is Ramin at hand?
LACKEY. He's in the saddle, waiting at the gates.
[The royalties take leave of one another.]
TRUCHSZ (writing). Which lies behind their right.
MARSHAL. The Prince of Homburg—
Where is the Prince of Homburg?
HOHENZOLLERN (in a whisper). Arthur!
THE PRINCE (with a start). Here!
HOHENZOLL. Have you gone mad?
THE PRINCE. My Marshal, to command!
[He flushes, and, taking out pen and parchment, writes.]