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。