Tomeš (Calls out mockingly).—Easy, go easy, I am still here.

Beauvalle.—But you shall not escape. (Goes toward Tomeš.)

Tomeš.—Back, back Count, I never miss my aim.

Beauvalle.—And if I insist on coming?

Tomeš.—Then you will surely be a dead man. (Countess holds back the Count.)

Beauvalle.—And then you will surely die!

Tomeš.—If I die, you shall also!

Countess.—You had promised him your protection!

Dejm.—That is a courageous boy. (To Beauvalle) Keep your word, Count!

Bubna.—Him and yourself save also!

Beauvalle (Gazing intently at Tomeš).—By my faith, that is a brave lad! I forgive him! (Tomeš drops his weapon.) I summon you to nobler deeds!

A room in the castle of Beauvalle; a window to the right; door to the left; to the rear, three high doors. To the left, a table with chairs, screen, arm chair.

(Dejm Sitting at the table beside Tomeš, with a rifle in hand).—You now know, what is up. The Count wishes to place you at the head of all the armed forces from his estate, and if necessary, you are to lead them into action. Can you do it?

Tomeš.—You paint in alluring colors, Count, and your speech makes the red blood course faster through the veins. But,—(looks sharply at the Count and falls into silence.)

Dejm.—You cannot, or dare not,—or are you afraid?

Tomeš.—Several causes.

Dejm.—Then why reject honor, recognition, reward? What is holding you back?

Tomeš (With a laugh, looks intently at the Count).—Your insincerity, noble Count.