SCENE VIII.

_The same. An_ OFFICIAL

EMPEROR [_He strikes the gong gently, an_ OFFICIAL _appears. To the_ OFFICIAL] Double the number of guards at the gates. Instant death to any one who, for any reason whatever, dares to open that door before I sound the gong _Three Times!_ Is that understood? You may go!

[_The_ OFFICIAL _turns to go._]

Wait! [_Pointing to the incense-burners on the steps of the throne._] Incense! Let the sticks be lighted at once! I must have perfume in the air. [_The OFFICIAL hastily lights the bundles of sticks and the smoke rises._] It is well, go!

[_The_ Official _makes his exit backward, almost prostrate._]