HOHENZOLLERN (aside).  Arthur!

THE PRINCE.  Here!

HOHENZOLL.  Faith, you’re possessed!

THE PRINCE.  My Marshal, to command!

  [He takes up pen and tablet once more.  The MARSHAL regards him an
  instant, questioningly.  Pause.]

GOLZ (reading, after he has finished writing). 
  Shall budge not from his designated place.

MARSHAL (continues). 
  Until, hard pressed by Hennings and by
  Truchsz—­

THE PRINCE (looking over GOLZ’s shoulder). 
  Who, my dear Golz?  What?  I?

GOLZ.  Why, yes.  Who else

THE PRINCE.  I shall not budge—­

GOLZ.  That’s it.

MARSHAL.  Well, have you got it

THE PRINCE (aloud). 
  Shall budge not from my designated place.

[He writes.]

MARSHAL.  Until, hard pressed by Hennings and by
  Truchsz—­ [He pauses.]
  The left wing of the enemy, dissolved,
  Plunges upon its right, and wavering
  The massed battalions crowd into the plain,
  Where, in the marsh, criss-crossed by ditch on ditch,
  The plan intends that they be wholly crushed.

ELECTOR.  Lights, pages!  Come, my dear, your arm,
  and yours.

[He starts to go out with the ELECTRESS and the PRINCESS.]

MARSHAL.  Then he shall let the trumpets sound the
  charge.

ELECTRESS (as several officers, bowing and scraping, bid her
  farewell). 
  Pray, let me not disturb you, gentlemen.—­
  Until we meet again!

[The MARSHAL also bids her good-by.]

ELECTOR (suddenly standing still).  Why, here we are! 
  The lady’s glove.  Come, quick now!  There it is.

GENTLEMAN-IN-WAITING.  Where?

ELECTOR.  At our cousin’s, at Prince Homburg’s feet.

THE PRINCE.  What!  At my feet!  The glove?  It is your own?

[He picks it up and brings it to the PRINCESS.]

NATALIE.  I thank you, noble Prince.

THE PRINCE (confused).  Then it is yours?

NATALIE.  Yes, it is mine; it is the one I lost.

[She takes it and draws it on.]

ELECTRESS (turning to the PRINCESS, she goes out). 
  Farewell!  Farewell!  Good luck!  God keep you safe! 
  See that erelong we joyously may meet!

[The ELECTOR goes out with the ladies.  Attendants, courtiers and pages follow.]

THE PRINCE (stands an instant as though struck by a bolt
  from heaven; then with triumphant step he
  returns to the group of officers). 
  Then he shall let the trumpets sound the charge!

[He, pretends to write.]

MARSHAL (looking down at his paper). 
  Then he shall let the trumpets sound the charge.—­
  However, the Elector’s Highness, lest
  Through some mistake the blow should fall too soon—­

[He pauses.]