"Der Tag" the Tragic Man

A bare chamber lighted by a penny dip which casts shadows. On a hard chair by a table sits an Emperorin thought. To him come his Chancellor and an Officer.

Chancellor. Your Imperial Majesty——

Officer. Sire——

Emperor (the Emperor rises). Is that the paper?

(Indicating a paper in the Chancellor's hand.) Chancellor (presenting it). It awaits only your Imperial Majesty's signature.

Officer. When you have signed that paper, Sire, the Fatherland will be at war with France and Russia.

Emperor. At last, this little paper——

Chancellor. Not of the value of a bird's feather until it has your royal signature. The——Emperor. Then it will sing round the planet. The vibration of it will not pass in a hundred years. My friend, how still the world has grown since I raised this pen! All Europe's listening. Europe! That's Germany, when I have signed! And yet——Officer. Your Imperial Majesty is not afraid to sign?

Emperor (flashing). Afraid!

Officer (abject). Oh, Sire!

Emperor. I am irresistible to-day! "Red blood boils in my veins. To me every open door is the gift of a world! I hear a thousand nightingales! I would eat all the elephants in Hindustan and pick my teeth with the spire of Strassburg Cathedral."

Officer. That is the Fatherland to-day. Such as we are, that you have made us, each seeking to copy you in so far as man can repeat his deity. It was you fashioned us into a sword, Sire, and now the sword must speak.

Emperor (approvingly). There the sword spoke—and yet the wise one said: "Take not your enemies together, but separately, lest the meal go to them instead of to you." One at a time. (To Chancellor) Why am I not a friend of Russia till France is out of the way, or France's friend until the bear is muzzled? That was your part.