AttheveryhourTowhichyourHighnesstemper'dit。YetnotSowhollybutsomelingeringmiststillhungAbouthisdawningsenses——whichtoclear，Wefill'dandhandedhimamorningdrinkWithsleep'sspecificantidotesuffused;
　　AndwhilewithprincelyraimentweinvestedWhatnaturesurelymodell'dforaPrince——
　　Allbutthesword——asyoudirected——
　　KING。
　　Ay——
　　LORD。
　　Ifnottooloudly，yetemphaticallyStillwiththetitleofaPrinceaddress'dhim。
　　KING。
　　Howborehethat？
　　LORD。
　　Withalltherest，myliege，IwillnotsaysolikeoneinadreamAsonehimselfmisdoubtingthathedream'd。
　　KING。
　　Sofarsowell，Clotaldo，eitherway，Andbestofalliftow'rdtheworseIdread。
　　Butyetnoviolence？
　　LORD。
　　Atmost，impatience;
　　WeariedperhapswithimportunitiesWeyetwereboundtooffer。
　　KING。
　　Oh，Clotaldo！
　　Thoughthusfarwell，yetwouldmyselfhaddrunkThepotionherevivesfrom！suchsuspenseCrowdsallthepulsesoflife'sresidueIntothepresentmoment;and，Ithink，Whicheverwaythetremblingscalemayturn，WillleavethecrownofPolandforsomeoneTowaitnolongerthanthesettingsun！
　　CLO。
　　Courage，myliege！Thecurtainisundrawn，Andeachmustplayhispartoutmanfully，Leavingtheresttoheaven。
　　KING。
　　WhosewrittenwordsIfIshouldmisinterpretortransgress！
　　Butasyousay——
　　（TotheLord，whoexit。）
　　You，backtohimatonce;
　　Clotaldo，you，whenheissomewhatusedTothenewworldofwhichtheycallhimPrince，Whereplaceandface，andall，isstrangetohim，WithyourknownfeaturesandfamiliargarbShallthen，aschorustothescene，accosthim，AndbysuchearnestofthatoldandtooFamiliarworld，assurehimofthenew。
　　Lastinthestrangeprocession，ImyselfWillbyonefullandlastdevelopmentCompletetheplotforthatcatastropheThathemustputtoall;GodgrantitbeThecrownofPolandonhisbrows！——Hark！hark！——
　　Wasthathisvoicewithin！——Nowlouder——Oh，Clotaldo，what！sosoonbeguntoroar！——
　　Again！abovethemusic——ButbetideWhatmay，untilthemoment，wemusthide。
　　（ExeuntKingandClotaldo。）
　　SEGISMUND（within）。
　　Forbear！Istiflewithyourperfume！CeaseYourcrazysalutations！peace，IsayBegone，orletmego，ereIgomadWithallthisbabble，mummery，andglare，ForIamgrowingdangerous——Air！room！air！——
　　（Herushesin。Musicceases。）
　　OhbuttosavethereelingbrainfromwreckWithitsbewilder'dsenses！
　　（Hecovershiseyesforawhile。）
　　What！E'ennowThatBabelleftbehindme，butmyeyesPursuedbythesameglamour，that——unlessAlikebewitch'dtoo——theconfederatesenseVouchesforpalpable:bright—shiningfloorsThatringhardanswerbacktothestamp'dheel，Andshootupairycolumnsmarble—cold，That，astheyclimb，breakintogoldenleafAndcapital，tilltheyembracealoftInclusteringflowerandfruitageoverwallsHungwithsuchpurplecurtainastheWestFringeswithsuchagold;orover—laidWithsanguine—glowingsemblancesofmen，Eachinhisallbutlivingactionbusied，Orfromthewalltheylookfrom，withfix'deyesPursuingme;andonemoststrangeofallThat，asIpass'dthecrystalonthewall，Look'dfromit——leftit——andasIreturn，Returns，andlooksmefacetofaceagain——
　　Unlesssomefalsereflectionofmybrain，Theoutwardsemblanceofmyself——Myself？
　　Howknowthattawdryshadowformyself，ButthatitmovesasImove;liftshishandWithmine;eachmotionechoingsocloseTheimmediatesuggestionofthewillInwhichmyselfIrecognize——Myself！——
　　What，thisfantasticSegismundthesameWholastnight，asforallhisnightsbefore，Laydowntosleepinwolf—skinonthegroundInablackturretwhichthewolfhowl'dround，Andwokeagainuponagoldenbed，Roundwhichascloudsaboutarisingsun，Inscarcelessglitteringcaparison，Gather'dgayshapesthat，underneathabreezeOfmusic，handedhimupontheirkneesThewineofheaveninacupofgold，Andstillinsoftmelodiousunder—songHailingmePrinceofPoland！——'Segismund，'
　　Theysaid，'OurPrince！ThePrinceofPoland！'andAgain，'Oh，welcome，welcome，tohisown，'OurownPrinceSegismund——'
　　Oh，butablast——
　　Oneblastoftheroughmountainair！onelookAtthegrimfeatures——
　　（Hegoestothewindow。）
　　Whattheydisvizor'dalso！shatter'dchaosCastintostatelyshapeandmasonry，Betweenwhosechannel'dandperspectivesidesCompactwithrootedtowers，andflourishingToheavenwithgildedpinnacleandspire，FlowsthelivecurrentevertoandfroWithopenaspectandfreestep！——Clotaldo！
　　Clotaldo！——callingasonescarcedarescallForhimwhosuddenlymightbreakthespellOnefearstowalkwithouthim——Why，thatI，Withunencumber'dstepasanythere，Gostumblingthroughmyglory——feelingforThatironleading—string——ay，formyself——
　　Forthatfast—anchor'dselfofyesterday，Ofyesterday，andallmylifebefore，Eredriftedcleanfromself—identityUponthefluctuationofto—day'sMadwhirlingcircumstance！——And，fool，whynot？
　　Ifreason，sense，andself—identityObliteratedfromaworn—outbrain，Artthounotmaddeststrivingtobesane，AndcatchingatthatSelfofyesterdayThat，likealeper'srags，bestflungaway！
　　Orifnotmad，thendreaming——dreaming？——well——
　　Dreamingthen——Or，ifselftoselfbetrue，Notmock'dbythat，butaspoorsoulshavebeenBythosewhowrong'dthem，togivewrongnewrelish？
　　OrhavethosestarsindeedtheytoldmeofAsmastersofmywretchedlifeofold，Intosomehappierconstellationroll'd，AndbroughtmybetterfortuneoutonearthClearasthemselvesinheaven！——PrinceSegismundTheycall'dme——andatwillIshookthemoff——
　　WilltheyreturnagainatmycommandAgaintocallmeso？——Withinthere！You！
　　Segismundcalls——PrinceSegismund——
　　（Hehasseatedhimselfonthethrone。EnterChamberlain，withlordsinwaiting。）
　　CHAMB。
　　IrejoiceThatunadvisedofanybutthevoiceOfroyalinstinctintheblood，yourHighnessHasta'enthechairthatyouwereborntofill。
　　SEG。
　　Thechair？
　　CHAMB。
　　TheroyalthroneofPoland，Sir，WhichmayyourRoyalHighnesskeepaslongAshethatnowrulesfromitshallhaveruledWhenheavenhascall'dhimtoitself。
　　SEG。
　　Whenhe？——
　　CHAMB。
　　Yourroyalfather，KingBasilio，Sir。
　　SEG。
　　Myroyalfather——KingBasilio。
　　YouseeIanswerbutasEchodoes，Notknowingwhatshelistensorrepeats。
　　Thisismythrone——thisismypalace——Oh，Butthisoutofthewindow？——
　　CHAMB。
　　Warsaw，Sir，Yourcapital——
　　SEG。
　　Andallthemovingpeople？
　　CHAMB。
　　Yoursubjectsandyourvassalslikeourselves。
　　SEG。
　　Ay，ay——mysubjects——inmycapital——
　　Warsaw——andIamPrinceofit——YouseeItneedsmuchiterationtostrikesenseIntothehumanecho。