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 Millesimo (Pacified for the moment) I think so, myself. (Wiping the sweat from his forehead) I would not go anywhere, either to the support of the French or the Landsturmers!

Voices (Under the window).—We will go with you, we will follow!

Countess (At the window).—They are declaring themselves, and he scarcely spoke a word to them!

Beauvalle.—There was no doubt.

Millesimo (Again uneasily).—And to what, to what cause are they declaring themselves?

Beauvalle.—We will know in a moment. (Looking out of the window) Just see, how many there are!

Voices.—Upward, upward!

Millesimo.—Many, very many. And they hum and roar,—I have been almost overcome by it. ( steps out. The people behind him) What is it, why am I here?

people, in their midst,  Later.

Jírak (Advancing with to ).—Your Grace, if it is true that we are to go for a time to war, with Tomeš as our leader, gladly, then gladly indeed will we go. Just arm us; let us have the arms!

People.—Arms, arms, we have no arms!

Other Voices (Simultaneously).—We will all go!

Tomeš.—And such as these, noble lady, be assured that others may be secured, as many as we need. Speak to them, Count, let them know what you desire!

( speaks to, ;;then disappears by the door at the left.;;)

Beauvalle (To the people).—In place of myself, your Tomeš Vitek shall lead you. Do you wish to follow him?

People.—We do, we do!

Beauvalle.—Will you go wherever he sees fit to lead you?

People.—Anywhere, anywhere!

TomesTomeš [sic].—Even into war, into action?

People.—Even into war. Gladly will we follow!

( returns with a long red banner.)