PLIM. I have a report from London. The market has gone all to pieces!
HAGEN. Ah!
PLIM. Pennsylvania coal is down twenty-five points in the first half hour. I"m lost... everything is lost!
RUTH. [Running on.] Prince Hagen! Steel is down to four! And the Bank of England suspends payments! What...
PLIM. What do you want with us? What are you trying to do?
RUTH. [Wildly.] You"ve crushed us! We"re helpless, utterly helpless!
PLIM. Have you no mercy? Aren"t you satisfied when you"ve got us down?
RUTH. Are you going to ruin everybody? Are you a madman?
PLIM. What are you trying to do? What do you want?
HAGEN. [Has been listening in silence. Suddenly he leaps into action, an expression of furious rage coming upon his face. His eyes gleam, and he raises his hand as if to strike the two.] Get down on your knees!
PLIM. Ha!
RUTH. What?
HAGEN. [Louder.] Get down on your knees! [PLIMPTON sinks in horror.
PRINCE HAGEN turns Upon RUTHERFORD.] Down!
RUTH. [Sinking.] Mercy!
HAGEN. [As they kneel before him, his anger vanishes; he steps back.]
There! [Waving his hand.] You asked me what I wanted? I wanted this. ..
to see you there... upon your knees! [To spectators, who appear right and left.] Behold!
RUTH. Oh! [Starts to rise.]
HAGEN. [Savagely.] Stay where you are!... To see you on your knees! To hear you crying for mercy, which you will not get! You pious plunderers!
Devourers of the people! a.s.sa.s.sins of women and helpless children!
Who made the rules of this game... you or I? Who cast the halo of righteousness about it... who sanctified it by the laws of G.o.d and man?
Property! Property was holy! Property must rule! You carved it into your const.i.tutions... you taught it in your newspapers, you preached it from your pulpits! You screwed down wages, you screwed up prices... it must be right, because it paid! Money was the test... money was the end!
You were business men! Practical men! Don"t you know the phrases? Money talks! Business is business! The gold standard... ha, ha, ha! The gold standard! Now someone has come who has more gold than you. You were masters... now I am the master! And what you have done to the people I will do to you! You shall drink the cup that you have poured out for them... you shall drink it to the dregs!
PLIM. [Starting to rise.] Monster!
HAGEN. Stay where you are! Cringe and grovel and whine! [Draws a Nibelung whip from under his coat.] I will put the lash upon your backs!
I will strip your shams from you... I will see you as you are! I will take away your wealth, that you have wrung from others! Before I get through with you you shall sweat with the toilers in the trenches! For I am the master now! I have the gold! I own the property! The world is mine! You were lords and barons... you ruled in your little princ.i.p.alities! But I shall rule everywhere... everything... all civilization! I shall be king! King! [With exultant gesture.] Make way for the king! Make way for the king!
CURTAIN
ACT IV
[The scene shows a s.p.a.cious room, fitted with luxurious rusticity. To the right of centre are a couple of broad windows, leading to a veranda.
In the corner, right is a table, with a telephone. In the centre of the room is a large table, with a lamp and books, and a leather arm-chair at each side. To the left of centre is a s.p.a.cious stone fireplace, having within it a trap door opening downward. At the left a piano with a violin upon it. There are exposed oak beams; antlers, rifles, snowshoes, etc., upon the walls. Entrances right and left.]
[At rise: CALKINS, standing by the desk, arranging some papers.]
CALKINS. [As "phone rings.] h.e.l.lo! Yes, this is the Isman camp. Prince Hagen is staying here. This is his secretary speaking. No, Prince Hagen does not receive telephone calls. No, not under any circ.u.mstances whatever. It doesn"t make any difference. If the President of the United States has anything to say to Prince Hagen, let him communicate with Mr. Isman at his New York office, and the message will reach him. I am sorry... those are my instructions. Good-bye. [To HICKS, who enters with telegram.] Hicks, for the future, Prince Hagen wishes all messages for him to be taken to my office. That applies to letters, telegrams...
everything.
HICKS. Very good, sir. [Exit.]
CAL. [Opening a telegram.] More appeals for mercy.
HAGEN. [Enters from veranda, wearing white flannels, cool and alert.]
Well, Calkins?
CAL. Nothing important, sir.
HAGEN. The market continues to fall?
CAL. Copper is off five points, sir.
HAGEN. Ah!
CAL. The President of the United States tried to get you on the "phone just now.
HAGEN. Humph! Anything else?
CAL. There has been another mob on Fifth Avenue this morning. They seem to be threatening your palace.
HAGEN. I see. You wrote to the mayor, as I told you?
CAL. Yes, sir.
HAGEN. Well, you"d best put in another hundred guards. And they"re to be instructed to shoot.
CAL. Yes, sir.
HAGEN. Let them be men we can depend on... I don"t want any mistake about it. I don"t care about the building, but I mean to make a test of it.
CAL. I"ll see to it, sir.
HAGEN. Anything else?
CAL. A message from a delegation from the National Unemployment Conference. They are to call tomorrow morning.
HAGEN. Ah, yes. Make a note, please... I sympathize with their purpose, and contribute half a million. [To GERALD, who enters, left.] h.e.l.lo, Gerald... how are you? Make yourself at home. [To CALKINS.] I attribute the present desperate situation to the anarchical struggles of rival financial interests. I am a.s.suming control, and straightening out the tangle as rapidly as I can. The worst of the crisis is over... the opposition is capitulating, and I expect soon to order a general resumption of industry. Prepare me an address of five hundred words...