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 Princess.—I will free the mill from that, if you come.—Consent!

Miller.—And leave the old linden to destruction?

Princess.—What is an old decaying tree to you?

Miller.—And Hanička!

Princess.—Could such a simple girl detain you; for her should you be willing to renounce promotion or power; for her sake would you ruin a brilliant future?

Miller.—I do not long for power.

Princess.—But should you obtain it, you will be of use to your own people.

Miller (Dazzled).—To my own people! To these poor people who sigh for their rights. But how could I—how could it be possible?

Princess.—Have you no trust in me?

Miller.—I trust you now, but first I should have to—at home—

Princess.—No; you must not delay; decide immediately. (Enticingly.) You’ll go, won’t you?

Miller (Giving in).—Your Grace—

Suddenly voice is heard on the right, under the steps.

Dame Klásek.—O you monster! Catch him!

A chorus of voices consisting of, and ; then a splash of water and loud laughter.

dashes across the top step and looks over the balustrade.

Dame Klásek.—Miller! Miller! Are you here?

Miller (Turning in the direction of the voice).—I am. What is the matter?

Dame Klásek.—I bring you news.

Miller (Swinging the lantern).—Here, here I am. (Then quickly sets the lantern on the balustrade and descends one step). What has happened?

Dame Klásek (Ascending the steps, but not yet at the top).—Is Hanička here?

Miller.—HanickaHanička [sic]? Why should she be here? What has happened?