THE PRINCE (aside to COUNT HOHENZOLLERN in great
perturbation).
Oh, Harry!
HOHENZOLLERN (impatiently).
What's up now? What's in your head?
THE PRINCE. Did you not see?
HOHENZOLLERN. In Satan's name, shut up!
MARSHAL (continuing).
Shall send an officer of his staff to him;
Who, mark this well, shall finally transmit
The order for the charge against the foe.
Ere this the trumpets shall not sound the charge.
[The PRINCE gazes dreamily into space.]
Well, have you got it?
GOLZ (writes). Ere this the trumpets shall not sound the charge.
MARSHAL (in raised tone).
Your Highness has it down?
THE PRINCE. Marshal?