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68 Rozmberk (After a moment's silence).—My brother,—the price is the result of my deliberation.

Kinský.—Is it possible?

Rozmberk.—Your act has been too noble to shame me with it. I do not wish to have the mercy granted to Ctibor purchased at such a price. I will sign the agreement with Matthias,—I am and shall remain on his side, to give him all my support.

Kinský (Handing him the paper).—Bohemia is ours with the signing of your signature.

Lukan (Entering).—The town people have come to the castle and the mayor asks, my master, that you should be present at the celebration on the meadows.

Rozmberk (Rising).—Here is the agreement (giving it to ) and let the celebration end merrily in the marriage feast for Ctibor and Mistress Polyxena. (Giving his hand to with a bow.) Let all the court proceed to the meadows, and let discord and dissension end with music and merrymaking.

(Noise of fanfares are heard from below.)