Polyxena.—I will take it then, even though my hand trembles as I reach out for it. (Takes it in her hand.)
Bilent.—That is but a trifle. The count would gladly offer you all the jewels that he has here, if you desire them for yourself.
Polyxena (Laughing).—That is a fine jest!
Bilent.—And I could back it up with my own life. And finally what is that. If you would consent to live at the palace for some time, if you will only remain with us—
Polyxena.—But how could I?
Bilent.—Your uncle has several other trips to take—and the master, in the meantime, will be pleased to keep you here. You will be a real commandant over Třebon—
Polyxena (Rising)—I cannot consider such a thing. (Hastily) I will go to His Grace, and if itis possible—(looking frightened)—but no—I have heard reports about the castle—I myself do not know—
Bilent.—Ha ha, so they have frightened you with fairy tales?—Nothing but wild reports. But just wait a moment, I beg, the master himself would like to have a word with you—
Polyxena.—I will come, I will come back with my uncle.
Bilent.—Then, gracious lady, you refuse otherwise to remain?
Polyxena (Horrified)—Away from here, away! (Tries to reach the door.)
Bilent.—Then it becomes my duty to entertain you for a while. (Leaps to the door.)
Polyxena.—Let me go!
Bilent (Laughing).—Not here, beautiful fairy, this door is closed.
Polyxena.—What is happening here? (Looking around.) Good Heavens! (Hastens to the door which leads to the apartment of Rozmberk.)
Bilent.—Ha haha! We have taken precaution not to let the bird escape!
Polyxena (Vainly trying to open it).—Locked!
Bilent.—Locked, my lovely captive!
Polyxena (Looking toward the window frightened).—Then there is only one way. (Runs to the window.)
Bilent (Runs after her and stamps his foot).—Rise up, spirits, and close the entrance! (An iron grate rises before the entrance.)
Polyxena (Backs away in terror).—This is an ugly play of the spirits. I am captured and in their power.
