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. Need it? No, no! Never! It's for you! I never need anything any more. Champagne! Bring champagne!

. Imperia!

. The Prince?

. The Prince requests me to offer you my arm—now that you have come so far. Will you join us?

. Does the Prince know why I have come?

. Pleasure, perhaps; jealousy…

. Of whom?

. We saw you at the circus this evening.

. And you imagined something monstrous of me, something worthy of the Prince and yourself?

. A little something of the sort. The Prince will be delighted to see you. Will you accept my arm?

. Take me in. [A piercing cry] What is that?

. [Enters, running] What's the matter?

. Who cried out?

. [Closing the door] Silence. Sit down! Quiet! Nobody moves!

. What's the matter?

. What's the matter? What has happened?

. The Prince!

. Blood!

. Are you hurt?

and. Up! Up! What's wrong? Out! Out!