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(The conservatory is a study in green and gold, with strange tropical plants having golden flowers. There are entrances right and left. In the centre, up-stage, is a niche with a gold table and a couple of gold chairs, and behind these a stand with the "coronation cup"; to the right the golden throne from Nibelheim, and to the left a gold fountain splashing gently.) (At rise: The stage is empty. The strains of an orchestra heard from ball-room, left.)

MRS. BAGLEY-WILLIS.
(Enters, right, with DE WIGGLESTON RIGGS; she wears a very low-cut gown, a stomacher and tiara of diamonds, and numerous ropes of pearls.) Well, Wiggie, he has made a success of it!

DE WIGGLESTON RIGGS.
(Petit and exquisite.) He was certain to make a success when Mrs. Bagley-Willis took him up!

MRS. BAGLEY-WILLIS.
But he wouldn't do a single thing I told him. I never had such a protege in my life!

DE WIGGLESTON RIGGS.
Extraordinary!

MRS. BAGLEY-WILLIS.
I told him it would be frightfully crude, and it is. And yet, Wiggie, it's impressive, in its way . . . nobody can miss the feeling. Such barbaric splendor!

DE WIGGLESTON RIGGS.
The very words! Barbaric splendor!

MRS. BAGLEY-WILLIS.
I never heard of anything like it . . . the man simply poured out money. It's quite in a different class from other affairs.

DE WIGGLESTON RIGGS.
(Holding up his hands.) Stupefying!

MRS. BAGLEY-WILLIS.
And did you ever know the public to take such interest in a social event? People haven't even stopped to think about the panic in Wall Street.

DE WIGGLESTON RIGGS.
I assure you, Mrs. Bagley-Willis, it begins a new epoch in our social history.
(To LORD ALDERDYCE, who enters, left, with GERALD.) How do you do, Lord Alderdyce?

MRS. BAGLEY-WILLIS.
Good evening, Lord Alderdyce. Good evening, Gerald.

LORD ALDERDYCE.
Good evening, Mrs. Bagley-Willis. Good evening, Mr. Riggs.

GERALD.
Good evening, Wiggie! (DE W. R. and MRS. BAGLEY-WILLIS. move toward left.) I suppose that old lady's taken to herself all the credit for this evening's success!

LORD ALDERDYCE.
Well, really, you know, wasn't it . . . ah . . . quite a feat to make society swallow this adventurer?

GERALD.
How can anybody stay away? When a man spends several millions on a single entertainment people have to come out of pure curiosity.

LORD ALDERDYCE.
To be sure! I did, anyway!

GERALD.
(Gazing about.) Think of buying all the old Vandergrift palaces at one swoop!

LORD ALDERDYCE.
Oh, really!

GERALD.
This palace was one of the landmarks of the city; all its decorations had been taken from old palaces in Italy. And he tore everything off and gave it away to a museum, and he made it over in three months!

LORD ALDERDYCE.
Amazing.
(Music and applause heard left.)

MRS. BAGLEY-WILLIS.
Mazzanini must be going to sing again.

DE WIGGLESTON RIGGS.
Let us go!

MRS. BAGLEY-WILLIS.
Fancy opera stars to dance to! A waltz song at a thousand dollars a minute!

DE WIGGLESTON RIGGS.
Ah, but SUCH a song!

(They go off, left; half a dozen guests enter, right, and cross in groups.)

RUTHERFORD.
(Enters, right, with PLIMPTON; looking about.) An extraordinary get-up!

PLIMPTON.
Appalling extravagance, Rutherford! Appalling!

RUTHERFORD.
Practically everybody's here.

PLIMPTON.
Everybody I ever heard of.

RUTHERFORD.
One doesn't meet you at balls very often, Plimpton.

PLIMPTON.
No. To tell the truth, I came from motives of prudence.

RUTHERFORD.
Humph! To tell the truth, so did I !

PLIMPTON.
The man is mad, you know . . . and one can't tell what might offend him!

RUTHERFORD.
And with the market in such a state!

PLIMPTON.
It's terrible ! Terrible! . . . ah, Lord Alderdyce!

LORD ALDERDYCE.
Good evening, Mr. Plimpton. How d'ye do, Mr. Rutherford?

RUTHERFORD.
As well as could be expected, Lord Alderdyce. It's a trying time for men of affairs. (They pass on, and go of, left.)

GERALD.
They must be under quite a strain just now.

LORD ALDERDYCE.
Don't mention it. Don't mention it! I've invested all my funds in this country, and I tremble to pick up the last edition of the paper!

MRS. ISMAN.
(Enters, right, costumed en grande dame, much excited.) Oh, Gerald, Lord Alderdyce, what do you think I've just heard?

LORD ALDERDYCE.
What?

MRS. ISMAN.
About Prince Hagen and Mrs. Bagley-Willis . . . how she came to take him up! Percy Pennington told me about it . . . he's her own first cousin, you know, Lord Alderdyce . . . and he vows he saw the letter in her desk!

LORD ALDERDYCE.
Oh, tell us!

MRS. ISMAN.
Well, it was just after Prince Hagen made his appearance, when the papers were printing pages about him. And the news came that he'd bought these palaces; and the next day Mrs. Bagley-Willis got a letter marked personal. Percy quoted the words . . . Dear Madam: I wish to enter Society. I have no time to go through with the usual formalities. I am a nobleman, with an extraordinary mind and unlimited money. I intend to entertain New York Society as it has never dreamed of being entertained before. I should be very pleased if you would co- operate with me in making my opening ball a success. If you are prepared to do this, I am prepared to pay you the sum of one million dollars cash as soon as I receive your acceptance. Needless to say, of course, this proposition is entirely confidential!

LORD ALDERDYCE.
By jove!

MRS. ISMAN.
Think of it!

GERALD.
But can it be true?

MRS. ISMAN.
What is more likely, my dear? You know that Mrs. Bagley- Willis has been spending millions every season to entertain at Newport; and their fortune will never stand that! Oh, I must give it to Van Tribber . . . he'll see that the papers have it!

LORD ALDERDYCE.
But hadn't you better make sure that it's really . . .

MRS. ISMAN.
It doesn't make the slightest difference! Everybody will know that it's true!

GERALD.
They are ready to believe anything about Prince Hagen.

MRS. ISMAN.
Certainly, after a glimpse of this palace. Did you ever see such frantic money-spending in your life?

LORD ALDERDYCE.
Never!

MRS. ISMAN.
Gold! Gold! I am positively blinded with the sight of gold. I'd seen every kind of decoration and furniture, I thought . . . but solid gold is new to me!

LORD ALDERDYCE.
Just look at this cup, for instance! (Points to coronation cup.) And those fountains . . . I believe that even the basins are of gold.

MRS. ISMAN.
Perhaps we could stop the water and see.

LORD ALDERDYCE.
I must go . . . I have a dance. I am sorry not to see your daughter.

MRS. ISMAN.
Yes . . . it was too bad she couldn't come. Good-bye.
(LORD ALDERDYCE exit.)

MRS. ISMAN.
(Pointing to throne.) Look at that thing, Gerald!

GERALD.
Yes . . . no wonder the crowd came!

MRS. ISMAN.
I imagine a good many came because they didn't dare stay away. They certainly can't be enjoying themselves after such a day down town.

GERALD.
It was too bad the panic should come just on the eve of the ball.

MRS. ISMAN.
My dear Gerald! That's his sense of humor! He wanted to bring them here and set them to dancing and grinning, while in their hearts they are frightened to death.

GERALD.
How did he do it, anyway?

MRS. ISMAN.
Why, he seems to have money without limit . . . and he's been buying and buying . . . everything in sight! You know how prices have been soaring the past two months. And of course the public went wild, and took to speculating. Then Prince Hagen sold; and the bottom has simply dropped out of everything.

GERALD.
I see. And do you suppose the slump has hit father ?

MRS. ISMAN.
I don't know. He won't talk to me about it. But it's easy to see how distressed he is. And then, to cap the climax, Estelle refuses to come here! Prince Hagen is certain to be furious.

GERALD.
For my part, I admire her courage.

MRS. ISMAN.
But, Gerald . . . we can't afford to defy this man.

GERALD.
Estelle can afford it, I hope.

MRS. ISMAN.
Here comes your father now. Look at him! Gerald, won't you go, please . . . I want to have a talk with him.

GERALD.
All right.
(Exit, right.)

MRS. ISMAN.
John!

ISMAN.
(Enters, left, pale and depressed.) What is it?

MRS. ISMAN.
You look so haggard and worried!

ISMAN.
I AM worried!

MRS. ISMAN.
You ought to be home in bed.

ISMAN.
I couldn't sleep. What good would it do?

MRS. ISMAN.
Aren't you going to get any rest at all?

ISMAN.
It's time for reports from the London markets pretty soon. They open at five o'clock, by our time. And I'm hoping there may be some support for Intercontinental . . . it's my last hope

MRS. ISMAN.
Oh, dear me! Dear me!

ISMAN.
If that fails, there is nothing left for us. We are ruined! Utterly ruined!

MRS. ISMAN.
John!

ISMAN.
We shall be paupers!

MRS. ISMAN.
John Isman, that's absurd! A man who's worth a hundred million dollars, like you . . .

ISMAN.
It'll be gone . . . all of it!

MRS. ISMAN.
Gone?

Is.
Do you realize that to-day I had to sell every dollar of my Transatlantic stock?

MRS. ISMAN.
(Horrified.) Good God!

ISMAN.
There has never been a day like it in all history ! There are no words to tell about it!

MRS. ISMAN.
Oh, that monster!

ISMAN.
And the worst of it is, the man seems to be after me particularly! Everything I rely upon seems to collapse . . . everywhere I turn I find that I'm blocked.

MRS. ISMAN.
Oh, it must have been because of that affair in our house . . . and in the saloon that dreadful night. We ought never to have gone to that place! I knew as soon as I laid eyes on the man that he'd do us harm.

ISMAN.
We must keep out of his power. We must save what we can from the wreck and learn to do with it. You'll have to give up your Newport plans this year.

MRS. ISMAN.
(Aghast.) What!

ISMAN.
We won't be able to open the house.

MRS. ISMAN.
You're mad!

ISMAN.
My dear . . .

MRS. ISMAN.
Now, John Isman, you listen to me! I was quite sure you had some such idea in your mind! And I tell you right now, I simply will not hear of it! I . . .

ISMAN.
But what can we do, my dear?

MRS. ISMAN.
I don't know what we can do! But you'll have to raise money somehow. I will not surrender my social position to Mrs. Bagley-Willis . . . not for all the Wall Street panics in the world. Oh, that man is a fiend! I tell you, John Isman . . .

ISMAN.
Control yourself!

HAGEN.
(Off right.) Very well! I shall be charmed, I'm sure. (Enters.) Oh! How do you do, Mrs. Isman?

MRS. ISMAN.
Oh, Prince Hagen, a most beautiful evening you've given us.

HAGEN.
Ah ! I'm glad if you've enjoyed it.

MRS. ISMAN.
Yes, indeed . . .

ISMAN.
Prince Hagen, may I have a few words with you?

HAGEN.
Why, surely . . . if you wish . . .

ISMAN.
I do.

MRS. ISMAN.
Prince Hagen will excuse me.
(Exit, left.)

HAGEN.
(Goes to table, centre, and sits opposite ISMAN.) Well?

ISMAN.
Prince Hagen, what do you want with me?

HAGEN.
(Surprised.) Why . . . the pleasure of your company.

ISMAN.
I mean in the Street.

HAGEN.
Oh! Have you been hit?

ISMAN.
Don't mock me. You have used your resources deliberately to ruin me. You have followed me . . . you have taken every railroad in which I am interested, and driven it to the wall. And I ask you, man to man, what do you want?

HAGEN.
(After some thought.) Isman, listen to me. You remember four months ago I offered you a business alliance ?

ISMAN.
I had no idea of your resources then. Had I known, I should not have rejected your offer. Am I being punished for that?

HAGEN.
No, Isman . . . it isn't punishment. Had you gone into the alliance with me it would have been just the same. It was my purpose to get you into my power.

ISMAN.
Oh!

HAGEN.
To bring you here . . . to make you sit down before me, and ask, What do you want? . . . And so I will tell you what I want, man to man! (A pause.) I want your daughter.

ISMAN.
(Starts.) What!

HAGEN.
I want your daughter.

ISMAN.
Good God!

HAGEN.
Do you understand now?

ISMAN.
(Whispering.) I understand!

HAGEN.
Isman, you are a man of the world, and we can talk together. I love your daughter, and I wish to make her my wife.

ISMAN.
And so you ruined me!

HAGEN.
Four months ago I was an interloper and an adventurer. In a month or two I shall be the master of your financial and political world. Then I had nothing to offer your daughter. Now I can make her the first lady of the land.

ISMAN.
But, man, we don't sell our children . . . not in America.

HAGEN.
Don't talk to me like a fool, Isman. I never have anything to do with your shams.

ISMAN.
But the girl! She must consent!

HAGEN.
I'll attend to that. Meantime, I want you to know what I mean. On the day that your daughter marries me I will put you at the head of my interests, and make you the second richest man in America. You understand?

ISMAN.
(Weakly.) I understand.

HAGEN.
Very well. And don't forget to tell your wife about it.
(He rises.)

ISMAN.
Is that all?

HAGEN.
No; one thing more. Your daughter is not here to-night.

ISMAN.
No.

HAGEN.
I wish her to come.

ISMAN.
But . . . she is indisposed!

HAGEN.
That is a pretext. She did not want to come.

ISMAN.
Possibly . . .

HAGEN.
Tell her to come.

ISMAN.
(Startled.) What? Now? It is too late!

HAGEN.
Nonsense. Your home is only a block away. Telephone to her.

ISMAN.
(Dismayed.) But . . . she will not be ready.

HAGEN.
Tell her to come! Whatever she is wearing, she will outshine them all.
(ISMAN hesitates a moment, as if to speak, then goes off, right, half dazed; the other watches him, laughing silently to himself.) That's all right! (Sees Calkins.) Ah, Calkins!

CALKINS.
(Enters with an armful of papers.) Here are the morning papers, Prince.

HAGEN.
Ah! (Takes them.) Still moist! Did you think I wanted them that badly?

CALKINS.
Promptness never harms.

HAGEN.
(Opening papers.) That's true. Ah, they hardly knew which was more important . . . the ball or the panic! We filled them up pretty full. Did you see if they followed the proofs?

CALKINS.
There are no material changes.

HAGEN.
Ha! Ha! Cartoons! Prince Hagen invites the Four Hundred with one hand and knocks them down with the other! Pretty good! Pretty good! What's this? Three millions to decorate his palaces . . . half a million for a single ball?

CALKINS.
I suppose they couldn't credit the figures.

HAGEN.
Humph! We'll educate them! (Sweeps papers out of the way.) So much for that! Were all the orders for the London opening gone over?

CALKINS.
All correct, Prince.

HAGEN.
Very good! That's all.
(CAL. exit.) They're all anxious about London . . . I can see it! Ah, Gerald!

GERALD.
(Enters, right.) Hello!

HAGEN.
(Smiling.) You see, they came to my party!

GERALD.
Yes.

HAGEN.
They smile and chatter . . . they bow and cringe to me . . . and I have not preached any of your Christian virtues, either!

GERALD.
No. I grant it. It's a very painful sight.
(After a pause.) That was a pleasant fancy . . . to have a panic on the eve of your ball!

HAGEN.
It wasn't nearly as bad as I meant it to be. Wait and see today's!

GERALD.
What's the end of it all?

HAGEN.
The end? Why have an end? I didn't make this game . . . I play it according to other men's rules. I buy and sell stocks, and make what money I can. The end may take care of itself.

GERALD.
It's rather hard on the helpless people, isn't it?

HAGEN.
Humph ! The people! (After a pause.) Gerald, this world of yours has always seemed to me like a barrel full of rats. There's only room for a certain number on top, and the rest must sweat for it till they die.

GERALD.
It's not a very pleasant image to think of.

HAGEN.
I don't think of it. I simply happen to find myself on top, and I stay there and enjoy the view. (Seats himself at table.) As a matter of fact, Gerald, one of the things I intend to do with this world is to clean it up. Don't imagine that I will tolerate such stupid waste as we have at present . . . everybody trying to cheat everybody else, and nobody to keep the streets clean. It's as if a dozen mere should go out into a field to catch a horse, and spend all their time in trying to keep each other from catching it. When I take charge they'll catch the horse.

GERALD.
(Drily.) And you'll ride him.

HAGEN.
And I'll ride him.
(Laughs.)

GERALD.
(After a pause.) At first I couldn't make out why you bothered with this Society game. Now I begin to understand. You wanted to see them!

HAGEN.
I wanted to watch them wriggle! I wanted to take them, one by one, and strip off their shams! Take that fellow Rutherford, the steel man! Or Plimpton, the coal baron, casting his eyes up to heaven, and singing psalms through his nose! The instant I laid eyes on that whining old hypocrite, I hated him; and I vowed I'd never rest again till I'd shown him as he is . . . a coward and a knave! And I tell you, Gerald, before I get through with him . . . Ah, there he is!

PLIMPTON.
(Off.) Hello, Isman!

HAGEN.
Come.
(Draws back with GERALD.)

ISMAN.
(Entering, right, with PLIMPTON and RUTHERFORD.) Any word yet?

PLIMPTON.
Nothing yet!

RUTHERFORD.
Such a night as this has been!

ISMAN.
If the thing keeps up today the Exchange will have to close . . . there will be no help for it.

PLIMPTON.
We are in the hands of a madman!

RUTHERFORD.
We must have a conference with him . . . we must find out what he wants.

ISMAN.
Did you speak to him, Plimpton?

PLIMPTON.
I tried to. I might as well have butted my head against a stone wall. "I have money," he said, "and I wish to buy and sell stocks. Isn't that my right?"

RUTHERFORD.
He's a fiend! A fiend!

PLIMPTON.
He smiled as he shook my hand . . . and he knows that if coal stocks go down another ten points I'll be utterly ruined!

ISMAN.
Terrible! Terrible!

PLIMPTON.
(To RUTHERFORD.) Rutherford, have you learned any more about where his money comes from?

RUTHERFORD.
I meant to tell you . . . I've had another report. The mystery deepens every hour. It's always the same thing . . . the man takes a train and goes out into the country; he gathers all the wagons for miles around, and goes to some place in the woods . . . and there is a pile of gold, fifty tons of it, maybe, covered over with brush. Nobody knows how it got there, nobody has time to ask. He loads it into the wagons, takes it aboard the train, and brings it to the Sub-treasury.

ISMAN.
The man's an alchemist! He's been manufacturing it and getting ready.

RUTHERFORD.
Perhaps. Who can tell? All I know is the Sub-treasury has bought over two billion dollars' worth of gold bullion in the last four months . . . and what can we do in the face of that?

PLIMPTON.
No wonder that prices went up to the skies!

RUTHERFORD.
I had the White House on the 'phone this afternoon. We can demonetize gold . . . the government can refuse to buy any more.

ISMAN.
But then what would become of credit?

PLIMPTON.
(Vehemently.) No, no . . . that will not help! (Gazes about nervously.) There's only one thing.
(Whispers.) That man must be killed!

RUTHERFORD.
(Horrified.) Ah!

ISMAN.
No.

PLIMPTON.
Just that! Nothing else will help! And instantly . . . or it will be too late.

ISMAN.
Plimpton!

PLIMPTON.
He must not be alive when the Exchange opens this morning!

RUTHERFORD.
But how?

PLIMPTON.
I don't know . . . but we must find a way! We owe it as a public duty . . . the man is a menace to society. Rutherford, you are with me?

RUTHERFORD.
By God! I am!

ISMAN.
You're mad!

PLIMPTON.
You don't agree with me?

ISMAN.
It's not to be thought of! You're forgetting yourself, Plimpton . . . ,

PLIMPTON.
(Gazing about.) This is no place to discuss it. But I tell you that if there is no support from London . . .

RUTHERFORD.
(Starting.) Come . . . perhaps there may be word! (They start left.) We may beat them yet . . . who can tell?

(PLIMPTON, RUTHERFORD and ISMAN go off.)

HAGEN.
(Emerges with GERALD from shadows, shaking with laughter.) Hat ha! ha! Love and self-sacrifice! You see, Gerald!

GERALD.
Yes . . . I see! (Looks right . . . then starts violently.) My sister!

HAGEN.
Ah !

GERALD.
What does this mean?

HAGEN.
(To ESTELLE, who enters, right, evidently agitated.) Miss Isman!

ESTELLE.
My father said . . .

HAGEN.
Yes. Won't you sit down?

ESTELLE.
(Hesitatingly.) Why . . . I suppose so . . .

HAGEN.
(To GERALD.) Will you excuse us, please, Gerald?

GERALD.
(Amazed.) Why, yes . . . but Estelle . . .

ESTELLE.
(In a faint voice.) Please go, Gerald.

GERALD.
Oh! very well.
(Exit, left.)

ESTELLE.
You wished to see me.

HAGEN.
Yes.
(Sitting opposite.) How do you like it all?

ESTELLE.
It is very beautiful.

HAGEN.
Do you really think so?

ESTELLE.
(Wondering.) Don't you?

HAGEN.
No.

ESTELLE.
Truly ?

HAGEN.
No.

ESTELLE.
Then why did you do it?

HAGEN.
To please you.

ESTELLE.
(Shrinks.) Oh!

HAGEN.
(Fixes his gaze on her, and slowly leans across table; with intensity.) Haven't you discovered yet that you are mine?

ESTELLE.
(Half rising.) Prince Hagen!

HAGEN.
How long will it be before you know it?

ESTELLE.
How dare you?

HAGEN.
Listen. I am a man accustomed to command. I have no time to play with conventions . . . I cannot dally and plead. But I love you. I cannot live without you! And I will shake the foundations of the world to get you!

ESTELLE.
(Staring, fascinated; whispers.) Prince Hagen!

HAGEN.
All this . . .
(waving his hand) I did in the hope that it would bring you here . . . so that I might have a chance to tell you. Simply for that one purpose. I have broken the business world to my will . . . that also was to make you mine!

ESTELLE.
(Wildly.) You have ruined my father!

HAGEN.
Your father has played this game, and his path is strewn with the rivals he has ruined. He knows that, and you know it. Now I have played the game; and I have beaten him. It took me one day to bring him down . . . (Laughs.) It will take me less time to put him back again.

ESTELLE.
But why, why?

HAGEN.
Listen, Estelle. I came to this civilization of yours, and looked at it. It seemed to me that it was built upon knavery and fraud . . . that it was altogether a vile thing . . . rotten to the core of it! And I said I would smash it, as a child smashes a toy; I would toss it about . . . as your brother the poet tosses his metaphors. But then I saw you, and in a flash all that was changed. You were beautiful . . . you were interesting. You were something in the world worth winning . . . something I had not known about before. But you stood upon the pinnacle of Privilege . . . you gathered the clouds about your head. How should I climb to you?

ESTELLE.
(Frightened.) I see!

HAGEN.
I came to your home . . . I was turned from the door. So I set to work to break my way to you.

ESTELLE.
I see!

HAGEN.
And that is how I love you. You are all there is in the game to me. I bring the world and lay it at your feet. It is all yours. You do not like what I do with it, perhaps. Very well . . . take it and do better. The power is yours for the asking! Power without end! (He reaches out his arms to her; a pause.) You do not like my way of love- making, perhaps. You find me harsh and rude. But I love you. And where, among the men that you know, will you find one who can feel for you what I feel . . . who would dare for you what I have dared? (Gazes at her with intensity.) Take your time. I have no wish to hurry you. But you must know that, wherever you go, my hand is upon you. All that I do, I do for the love of you.

ESTELLE.
(Weakly.) I . . . you frighten me!

HAGEN.
All the world I lay at your feet! You shall see.

PLIMPTON.
(Off left.) Prince Hagen!

HAGEN.
(Starting.) Ah!

PLIMPTON.
(Enters, running, in great agitation, with a telegram.) Prince Hagen!

HAGEN.
Well?

PLIMPTON.
I have a report from London. The market has gone all to pieces!

HAGEN.
Ah!

PLIMPTON.
Pennsylvania coal is down twenty-five points in the first half hour. I'm lost . . . everything is lost!

RUTHERFORD.
(Running on.) Prince Hagen! Steel is down to four! And the Bank of England suspends payments! What...

PLIMPTON.
What do you want with us? What are you trying to do?

RUTHERFORD.
(Wildly.) You've crushed us! We're helpless, utterly helpless !

PLIMPTON.
Have you no mercy? Aren't you satisfied when you've got us down?

RUTHERFORD.
Are you going to ruin everybody? Are you a madman?

PLIMPTON.
What are you trying to do? What do you want?

HAGEN.
(Has been listening in silence. Suddenly he leaps into action, an expression of furious rage coming upon his face. His eyes gleam, and he raises his hand as if to strike the two.) Get down on your knees!

PLIMPTON.
Ha!

RUTHERFORD.
What?

HAGEN.
(Louder.) Get down on your knees! (PLIMPTON sinks in horror. PRINCE HAGEN turns Upon RUTHERFORD.) Down!

RUTHERFORD.
(Sinking.) Mercy!

HAGEN.
(As they kneel before him, his anger vanishes; he steps back.) There! (Waving his hand.) You asked me what I wanted? I wanted this . . . to see you there . . . upon your knees! (To spectators, who appear right and left.) Behold!

RUTHERFORD.
Oh! (Starts to rise.)

HAGEN.
(Savagely.) Stay where you are! . . . To see you on your knees! To hear you crying for mercy, which you will not get! You pious plunderers! Devourers of the people! Assassins of women and helpless children! Who made the rules of this game . . . you or I? Who cast the halo of righteousness about it . . . who sanctified it by the laws of God and man? Property! Property was holy! Property must rule! You carved it into your constitutions . . . you taught it in your newspapers, you preached it from your pulpits! You screwed down wages, you screwed up prices . . . it must be right, because it paid! Money was the test . . . money was the end! You were business men! Practical men! Don't you know the phrases? Money talks! Business is business! The gold standard . . . ha, ha, ha! The gold standard! Now someone has come who has more gold than you. You were masters . . . now I am the master! And what you have done to the people I will do to you! You shall drink the cup that you have poured out for them . . . you shall drink it to the dregs!

PLIMPTON.
(Starting to rise.) Monster!

HAGEN.
Stay where you are! Cringe and grovel and whine! (Draws a Nibelung whip from under his coat.) I will put the lash upon your backs! I will strip your shams from you . . . I will see you as you are! I will take away your wealth, that you have wrung from others! Before I get through with you you shall sweat with the toilers in the trenches! For I am the master now! I have the gold! I own the property! The world is mine! You were lords and barons . . . you ruled in your little principalities! But I shall rule everywhere . . . every- thing . . . all civilization! I shall be king! King! (With exultant gesture.) Make way for the king! Make way for the king!

(CURTAIN)