fore, I only stammered, but now, now I want to sing . . . because I have triumphed, triumphed over every obstacle. . . . And now
Alexandra—[Stares at him in terror.] And now?
Agi—I know that to-morrow my triumph will be over. [Takes her hands.] But to-night, your highness, we shall see who is king, he or I!
Alexandra—[Faint with terror.] You frighten me!
Agi—My silence should have frightened you more.
Alexandra—[Terrified.] Now . . . you want to take your revenge. . . .
Agi—I love you.
Alexandra—[Looks terror-stricken into his eyes.] How you hate me now
Agi—And I won't have you pity me! Soon they will all come back. Another minute and I'll be a servant again. A dismissed servant! Must it end like that? Can't I even make you arrogant again? Can't I make you insult me . . . so that in my rage I may take you in my arms and carry you off . . . out into the night . . . among your roses . . . and kiss that haughty mouth . . . [He is about to embrace her.]
Alexandra—[Terrified, but resisting him affectionately rather than resentfully.] Hans! Hans!
