The Queen. Pray don't distress yourself. Everything possible has been done. I built a splendid monument over her grave; a tall gilded shaft surrounded by four groups of. . . [Suddenly she sees the stern figure of Berthold. He has been standing silent and unnoticed in the doorway. She cries out.] Berthold!
Berthold. [Advancing.] Yes, Berthold! Berthold, come to punish you!
The Queen. Seize him! Arrest him! Dandiprat, the soldiers!
Sir Dandiprat. I'm awfully sorry, your Majesty, but the soldiers are all out hunting for him!
Berthold. I fear neither your soldiers nor your witchcraft now. No army, no Court, no Kingdom will be yours when I have told my tale.
The Queen. [Shrieking.] Don't listen to him! He is mad! I imprisoned him because he was mad.
Berthold. No, for fear that I would reveal
