me. Now that I give them death in its frightfullest forms, they are devoted to me. If you doubt me, ask those who for years have begged our taxpayers in vain for a few paltry thousands to spend on Life: on the bodies and minds of the nation's children, on the beauty and healthfulness of its cities, on the honor and comfort of its worn-out workers. They refused: and because they refused, death is let loose on them. They grudged a few hundreds a year for their salvation: they now pay millions a day for their own destruction and damnation. And this they call my doing! Let them say it, if they dare, before the judgment-seat at which they and I shall answer at last for what we have left undone no less than for what we have done. [Pulling himself together suddenly.] Madam, I have the honor to be your most obedient [he clicks his heels and bows].
ERMYNTRUDE. Sir! [She curtsies.]
THE INCA.[turning at the door]. Oh, by the way, there is a princess, isn't there, somewhere on the premises?
ERMYNTRUDE. There is. Shall I fetch her?
THE INCA.[dubious], Pretty awful, I suppose, eh?
ERMYNTRUDE. About the usual thing.
THE INCA.[sighing]. Ah well! What can one expect? I don't think I need trouble her personally. Will you explain to her about the boys?
ERMYNTRUDE. I am afraid the explanation will fall rather flat without your magnetism.
THE INCA.[returning to her and speaking very humanly]. You are making fun of me. Why does everybody make fun of me? Is it fair?
ERMYNTRUDE.[seriously]. Yes, it is fair. What other defence have we poor common people against your shining armor, your mailed fist, your pomp and parade, your terrible power over us? Are these things fair?
