Chapter V: Part II (2)

That's enough! Each sword is lightning flashing in the dark. Come, Marquis!

[_Both throw off their cloaks, take off their hats with which they salute each other, throwing them afterward on the ground. Then they draw their swords._

SAVERNY.

At your service, sir.

DIDIER.

Now! _Garde!_

[_They cross swords and fence, silently and furiously. Suddenly the small door opens, Marion in a white dress appears._

SCENE IV

_The same._ Marion

MARION.

What is this noise?
[_Perceiving Didier under the lamp._
Didier!
[_To the combatants._] Stop!
[_They continue._] Ho! The guard!

SAVERNY.

Who is this woman?

DIDIER (_turning_).

Heaven!

BOUCHAVANNES (_running, to Saverny_).

All is lost!
That woman's cry went through the town.
I saw the archers' rapiers flash.
[_The Archers with torches enter._

BRICHANTEAU (_to Saverny_).

Seem dead,
Or you will be so!

SAVERNY (_falling down_).

Ah!

[_Low to Brichanteau, who bends over him._

Oh, damn these stones.

[_Didier, who thinks he has killed him, pauses._

CAPTAIN OF THE DISTRICT.

Hold! In the King's name!

BRICHANTEAU (_to the noblemen_).

We must save the Marquis.
He's a dead man if he is caught.
[_The noblemen surround Saverny._

CAPTAIN OF THE DISTRICT.

Zounds, sirs! To fight a duel 'neath the very light Of the edict is bold indeed! [_To Didier._] Give up Your sword.

[_The Archers seize Didier, who stands apart, and disarm him. The Captain indicates Saverny stretched upon the ground and surrounded by the noblemen._

That other man with dull eyes, who
Is he? What is his name?

BRICHANTEAU.

His name's Gaspard,
Marquis de Saverny, and he is dead.

CAPTAIN OF THE DISTRICT.

Dead, is he? Then his trouble's over. Good! This dead man's worth more than the other.

MARION (_frightened_).

What!

CAPTAIN OF THE DISTRICT (_to Didier_).

The whole affair rests now with you, sir. Come!

[_The Archers lead Didier off on one side, the noblemen carry Saverny off on the other._

DIDIER (_to Marion, who is motionless from horror_).

Forget me, Marion. Good-by! [_They exit._

SCENE V

Marion, L'Angely

MARION (_rushing to detain him_).

Didier! What do you mean? Good-by? Why this good-by? Wherefore forget you?

[_The Soldiers push her off; she approaches L'Angely with anguish._

Is he lost for this?
What did he do? What will they do to him?

L'ANGELY (_takes her hand and leads her in silence before the edict_).

Read this!

MARION (_reads, and starts back with horror_).

My God! Just God! Condemned to death! They've taken him away. To kill him! Oh, I brought this ruin on him with my cries! I called for help, but my unhappy voice Found death in the dark streets and brought her here. Impossible! A duel is no crime! [_To L'Angely._ They'll not kill him for that?

L'ANGELY.

I think they will.

MARION.

He can escape!

L'ANGELY.

The prison walls are high!

MARION.

I've brought this crime upon him with my sins. God strikes him for my sake! My Didier! love! [_To L'Angely._] Nothing on earth seemed good enough for him! A prison cell--my God! Death! Torture too!

L'ANGELY.

Perhaps! It all depends--

MARION.

I'll find the King!
He has a royal heart; he pardons.

L'ANGELY.

Yes,
The King does, not the Cardinal.

MARION.

Then, what--
What can I do?

L'ANGELY.

A capital offense,
Nothing can save him from the fatal rope.

MARION.

Oh, grief! [_To L'Angely._] You freeze my blood, sir. Who are you?

L'ANGELY.

I'm the King's jester!

MARION.

Oh, my Didier, love, I'm lost, unworthy; but what God can do With a weak woman's hands, I'll show to you. Go on, my love; I follow!

[_She goes out on the side from which Didier left._

L'ANGELY (_alone_).

God knows where!

[_Picking up the sword which Didier left on the ground._

Among all these, who'd think I was the fool? [_He goes out._

_ACT III_

THE COMEDY

Scene.--_The Castle of Nangis. A park in the style of Henry IV. In the background on an elevation, the Castle of Nangis, part new, part old, is visible. The old, a castle-keep with arches and turrets: the new, a large brick house with corners of wrought stone, and pointed roof. The large door of the castle-keep is hung with black: from afar one distinguishes a coat-of-arms--that of the families of Nangis and of Saverny_

SCENE I

_M. DE LAFFEMAS, undress costume of a magistrate of the period. Marquis de Saverny, disguised as an officer of the Regiment of Anjou; with black mustache and imperial, and a plaster on the eye_

LAFFEMAS.

Then you were present, sir, at the attack?

SAVERNY (_pulling his mustache_).

I was his comrade: had that honor, sir! But he is dead!

LAFFEMAS.

The Marquis de Saverny?

SAVERNY.

Yes, from a thrust in tierce, which burst the doublet, Then carved its cruel way between the ribs Through to the chest and to the liver, which, As you well know, makes blood. The wound was fearful. 'Twas horrible to see!

LAFFEMAS.

He died at once?

SAVERNY.

Almost. His agony was short. I watched The spasm follow frenzy; tetanos Then came, and after opisthotonos There followed improstathonos.

LAFFEMAS.

The deuce!

SAVERNY.

So that I calculate 'tis false to say The blood passes the jugular. Pequet And learned men should be condemned when they Dissect live dogs to study 'bout the lungs.

LAFFEMAS.

The poor marquis is dead.

SAVERNY.

A thrust is fatal.

LAFFEMAS.

You are a doctor, sir, of medicine?

SAVERNY.

No.

LAFFEMAS.

You have studied it?

SAVERNY.

Somewhat.
In Aristotle.

LAFFEMAS.

You can talk it well!

SAVERNY.

Faith! I've a most malicious sort of heart. I like destruction; find delight in evil; I love to kill! So that I thought I'd be A soldier or a doctor, sir, at twenty. But I hesitated long, and finally I chose the sword. It's not so sure, but twice As quick. There was a time, I will confess, I longed to be a poet or an actor, Or an exhibitor of bears--but then, I like dinner and supper every day. A plague upon the poetry and bears!

LAFFEMAS.

With this hope in your mind you studied verse?

SAVERNY.

A little bit, in Aristotle. Yes--

LAFFEMAS.

The Marquis knew you?

SAVERNY.

He knew me as well As a lieutenant knows an upstart soldier. I belonged to Monsieur de Caussade first, Who gave me to the Marquis' colonel. Poor The present, but we do the best we can! They made me officer--I'm worth as much As any, and I wear a black mustache. That is my history.

LAFFEMAS.

They sent you here
To notify the uncle?

SAVERNY.

Yes; I came With Brichanteau, the cousin, and the corpse. He will be buried here--where, if he'd lived, He would have had his wedding!

LAFFEMAS.

Tell me how
The old Marquis de Nangis bore the news.

SAVERNY.

With calmness, without tears.

LAFFEMAS.

He loved him though?

SAVERNY.

As much as we love life. Having no children Of his own he had but this one passion-- His nephew, whom he dearly loved, although They had not seen each other for five years.

[_In the background, the old Marquis de Nangis passes; white hair, pale countenance, arms folded across his breast, dress of the day of Henry IV.: deep mourning; the star and the ribbon of the order of the Holy Ghost. He walks slowly; nine guards in three rows follow; they are dressed in mourning, their halberds on their right shoulder, their muskets on their left; they keep within a short distance, stopping when he stops, and continuing when he continues._

LAFFEMAS (_watching him pass_).

Poor man!

[_He goes to the back and follows The Marquis with his eyes._

SAVERNY (_aside_).

My good old uncle!

[_Brichanteau enters and goes to Saverny._

SCENE II

_The same._ Brichanteau

BRICHANTEAU.

Ah! two words!
[_Laughing._] He's looking pretty well for a dead man!

SAVERNY (_low, indicating The Marquis, who passes_).

Why do you make me grieve him, Brichanteau? I think we might explain it to him now. Oh, let me try.

BRICHANTEAU.

No; God forbid, my friend! His grief must be sincere; he must weep much. His woe is one good half of your disguise.

SAVERNY.

Poor uncle!

BRICHANTEAU.

He will find it out ere long.

SAVERNY.

If sorrow has not killed him, then joy will. These shocks are dangerous to such old men.

BRICHANTEAU.

It must be done!

SAVERNY.

I cannot bear to hear Him laugh so bitterly, then weep; then keep So still! I hate to see him kiss that coffin.

BRICHANTEAU.

Yes--a fine coffin with no corpse in it!

SAVERNY.

But I am dead and bleeding in his heart. The corpse lies there.

LAFFEMAS (_coming back_).

Alas, the poor old man!
His eyes show plainly how he's suffering!

BRICHANTEAU (_low to Saverny_).

Who is that surly-looking man in black?

SAVERNY (_with gesture of ignorance_).

Some friend who's living at the castle?

BRICHANTEAU (_low_).

Crows Are also black and love the smell of death. Keep silence more than ever. 'Tis a face That's treacherous and evil; it would make A madman prudent.

[_The Marquis de Nangis re-enters; he is still absorbed in a deep reverie. He walks slowly, does not appear to notice any one, and seats himself upon a bank of turf._

SCENE III

_The same._ Marquis de Nangis

LAFFEMAS (_approaching The Marquis_).

Marquis, we've lost much. He was a rare man; would have comforted Your old age. I mingle my tears with yours. Young, handsome, good, naught more could be desired; Obeying God, respecting women, strong; Just in his actions, sensible in speech, A perfect nobleman, whom all revere! To die so young! Most cruel fate! Alas!

[_The Marquis lets his head fall on his hands._

SAVERNY (_low to Brichanteau_).

The devil take this funeral discourse! These praises but augment the old man's grief. Console him, you; Show him the other side.

BRICHANTEAU (_to Laffemas_).

You are mistaken, sir. I was in the Same grade. A bad comrade, this Saverny-- A shiftless fellow, growing worse each day. Courageous! Every man is brave at twenty; His death is nothing much to boast about.

LAFFEMAS.

A duel! Surely, that is no great crime.

[_Banteringly to Brichanteau, pointing to his sword._

You are an officer?

BRICHANTEAU (_in the same tone, pointing to Laffemas's wig_).

A magistrate?

SAVERNY (_low_).

Go on!

BRICHANTEAU.

He was capricious, thankless, and A liar: not worth any real regret. He went to church, but just to ogle girls. He was a gallant, a mere libertine, A fool!

SAVERNY (_low_).

Good! good!

BRICHANTEAU.

Intractable and stubborn; Rude to his officers. As to good looks, He had lost his; he limped, had a large wen Upon his eye; from blonde had turned to red, And from round-shouldered had become hump-backed.

SAVERNY (_low_).

Enough!

BRICHANTEAU.

He gambled--every one knows that. He would have staked his soul on dice. I'll wager That cards had eaten up his property. His fortune galloped faster every night.

SAVERNY (_low, pulling his sleeve_).

Enough! Good God! Your consolation is Too strong.

LAFFEMAS.

To speak so ill of a dead friend!
Unpardonable!

BRICHANTEAU (_indicating Saverny_).

Ask this gentleman!

SAVERNY.

Oh, no; I beg to be excused!

LAFFEMAS (_affectionately, to the old Marquis_).

My lord, We'll comfort you. We have his murderer, And we will hang him. We have kept him safe. His end is sure. [_To Brichanteau and Saverny._ But can one understand The Marquis? There are duels, we all know, That cannot be avoided, but to fight With any one named Didier--

SAVERNY (_aside_).

What? Didier?

[_The old Marquis, who has remained silent and motionless during all this scene, rises and goes out slowly on the side opposite where he came in. His guards follow him._

LAFFEMAS (_wiping away a tear and following him with his eyes_).

In truth, his sorrow deeply touches me.

LACKEY (_running_).

My lord!

BRICHANTEAU.

Why can't you leave your master quiet?

LACKEY.

It is the burial of the young marquis! What is the hour?

BRICHANTEAU.

You'll know it by-and-by.

LACKEY.

A few comedians have arrived here from The city; they beg shelter for the night.

BRICHANTEAU.

The time's ill-chosen for comedians, but The law of hospitality holds good. Give them this barn. [_Indicating a barn on the left._

LACKEY (_holding a letter_).

A letter! 'Tis important!
[_Reading._] For a Monsieur de Laffemas.

LAFFEMAS.

'Tis I!
Give it to me!

BRICHANTEAU (_low to Saverny, who has remained thoughtful in a corner_).

Saverny, let us go!
Come and arrange things for your funeral!
[_Pulling him by the sleeve._
What is it? Are you dreaming?

SAVERNY (_aside_).

Oh, Didier! [_They go out._

SCENE IV

LAFFEMAS (_alone_).

The seal of State! The great seal of red wax! Come! this is business. Let me know at once! [_Reading._] "Sir Criminal Lieutenant: We make known To you that Didier, the assassin of The late Marquis Gaspard, has fled." My God! That is unfortunate! "A woman is With him, called Marion de Lorme. We beg You to return as soon as possible." Quick! Get me horses! I, who felt so sure! Another matter spoiled for want of sense. Outrageous! Of the two, not one! One, dead! Escaped, the other! I will catch him, though!

[_He exits. Enter a troupe of strolling actors, men, women and children in character costumes. Among them are Marion and Didier, dressed as Spaniards. Didier wears a great felt hat and is covered with a cloak._

SCENE V

_The Comedians_, Marion, Didier

A LACKEY (_conducting the Comedians to the barn_).

This is your lodging. You're on the estate Of the Marquis de Nangis. Behave well, Try to be quiet, for some one is dead. The burial is to-morrow. Above all, Don't mix your songs with the funereal chants Which will be sung for him throughout the night.

GRACIEUX (_small and hump-backed_).

We'll make less noise than do your hunting-dogs Who bark around the legs of all who pass!

LACKEY.

Dogs are not actors, my good friend.

TAILLEBRAS (_to Gracieux_).

Be still!
You'll cause us to sleep in the open air!
[_Lackey exits._

SCARAMOUCHE (_to Marion and Didier, who until now have remained quietly apart_).

Come! let us talk. Now you belong to us. Why Monsieur fled with Madame on behind, If you are man and wife or lovers only, Escaping justice, or black sorcerers Who held Madame a prisoner, perhaps-- Is not my business. What I want to know Is what you'll act. Chimènes are best for you, Black eyes. [_Marion makes a courtesy._

DIDIER (_aside, indignant_).

To hear that mountebank speak thus!

SCARAMOUCHE (_to Didier_).

For you: if you should want a splendid part, We need a bully--a long-leggèd man, Tremendous strides, a thundering voice; and when Orgon is robbed of wife or niece, you kill The Moor and terminate the piece. Great part! High tragedy! 'Twill suit you splendidly.

DIDIER.

Just as you please!

SCARAMOUCHE.

Good! Don't say "you" to me!
I like "thou"! [_With a profound obeisance._
Blusterer, hail!

DIDIER (_aside_).

What fools!

SCARAMOUCHE (_to the other actors_).

Now eat;
Then we'll rehearse our parts.

[_All enter the barn except Marion and Didier._

SCENE VI

_Marion, Didier; afterward Gracieux, Saverny, afterward Laffemas_

DIDIER (_with bitter laugh, after a long silence_).

Is't bad enough? My Marion, have I dragged you low enough? You wished to follow me? My destiny Precipitates itself and crushes you, Bound to its wheel! What are we come to now? I told you so!

MARION (_trembling and clasping her hands_).

Do you reproach me, love?

DIDIER.

Oh, may I be accursed! Cursed first by Heaven, Then cursed 'mongst men: cursed throughout all my life; Cursed more than we are now, if a reproach Shall ever leave my lips for you! What matter Though all the earth abandon me, you're mine! You are my savior, refuge, all my hope! Who duped the jailer, filed my chains for me? Who came from heaven to follow me to hell? Who was a captive with the prisoner, An exile with the fugitive? Ah, who, Who else had heart so full of love and wit, Heart to sustain, console, deliver me? Great, feeble woman, have you not saved me From destiny, alas! and my own soul? Had you not pity on my nature, crushed? Have you not loved one whom all others hate?

MARION (_weeping_).

It is my joy to love you--be your slave.

DIDIER.

Leave me your eyes, dear; they enrapture me! God willed, when placing soul within my flesh, A demon and an angel should guide me. Yet he was merciful; his love concealed The demon, but the angel he revealed.

MARION.

You are my Didier, master, lord of me!

DIDIER.

Your husband, am I not?

MARION (_aside_).

Alas!

DIDIER.

What joy, When we have left this country far behind, To have you, call you wife as well as love! You will be willing?--answer.

MARION.

I will be
Your sister, and my brother you shall be!

DIDIER.

Oh, no! Refuse me not that ecstasy Of knowing, in God's sight, you're mine alone! You're safe to trust my love in everything. The lover keeps you for the husband, pure!

MARION (_aside_).

Alas!

DIDIER.

If you knew how things torture me! To hear that actor talk, affront you thus! It is not least among our wretched woes To see you mixed with jugglers such as these, A chaste, exquisite flower 'mid this filth-- You, 'mongst these women steeped in infamy!

MARION.

Be prudent, Didier!

DIDIER.

God! I struggled hard Against my anger! He said "thou" to you, When I, your love, your husband, hardly dare For fear of tarnishing that virgin brow--

MARION.

Be pleasant with them; it means life to you, And me as well.

DIDIER.

She's right. She's always right. Although each hour brings us increasing woe, You lavish on me love and joy and youth! How happens it these blessings come to me, When royal kingdoms were small pay for them-- To me, who give but anguish in return? Heaven gave you--yes; but hell binds you to me. For us to merit this unequal fate, What good can I have done? What evil you?

MARION.

My only blessings come from you, my love!

DIDIER.

If you say that you think it, but it's wrong! Oh, yes, my star of destiny is bad. I know not whence I come, nor where I go. My whole horizon's dark. Love, hark to me! There's time yet; you can leave me and go back. Let me pursue the gloomy route alone. When all is ended and I'm tired out, The couch that's waiting will be cold--ice-cold, And narrow; there's not room enough for two. Go back!

MARION.

That couch, dark, and mysterious,
I'll share it with you; that at least is mine.

DIDIER.

Will you not listen? Can't you understand? You're tempting Providence to cling to me! The years of anguish, love, may be so long Your sweet eyes may grow sightless, just from tears.

[_Marion lets her head fall on her hands._

DIDIER.

I swear I draw the picture none too strong. Your future frightens me. I pity you! Go back!

MARION (_bursting into tears_).

It were more kind to kill me, Didier,
Than to talk thus! [_Weeping._] O God!

DIDIER (_taking her in his arms_).

My darling, hush! So many tears! I'd shed my blood for one. Do what you will! Come, be my destiny, My glory, life, my virtue, and my love! Answer me now. I speak! Sweet, do you hear?

[_He seats her on a bank of turf._

MARION (_withdrawing herself from his arms_).

You've hurt me!

DIDIER (_kneeling to her_).

I, who'd gladly die for her!

MARION (_smiling through her tears_).

You made me cry, you cruel man!

DIDIER.

My beauty!

[_Sits on the bank beside her._

Just one sweet kiss upon your forehead, pure As is our love!

[_He kisses her forehead. They look at each other with ecstasy._

Yes, look at me! Look thus,
Look harder; look until we die of looking!

GRACIEUX (_entering_).

Dona Chimène is wanted in the barn.

[_Marion rises hastily from Didier's side. At the same time that Gracieux enters, Saverny comes in; he stands in the background and looks attentively at Marion without seeing Didier, who remains sitting on the bank and is hidden by a bush._

SAVERNY (_back, without being seen, aside_).

Faith, it is Marion! What brings her here? [_Laughing._] Chimène!

GRACIEUX (_to Didier, who is about to follow Marion_).

Oh, no! stay there, my jealous friend,
I want to tease you!

DIDIER.

Devil take you!

MARION (_low to Didier_).

Hush!
Restrain yourself.

[_Didier re-seats himself; she enters the barn._

SAVERNY (_still back, aside_).

What makes her roam the country in this fashion? Can he be the gallant who succored me? Who saved my life? Didier! It is indeed!

LAFFEMAS (_enters in traveling costume, and salutes Saverny_).

I take my leave, sir!

SAVERNY (_bowing_).

You are going away? [_He laughs._

LAFFEMAS.

What makes you laugh?

SAVERNY. A very silly thing. I'll tell you. Guess whom I have recognized Among those jugglers who have just arrived.

LAFFEMAS.

Among those jugglers?

SAVERNY (_laughing still more_).

Yes. Marion de Lorme!

LAFFEMAS (_with a start_).

Marion de Lorme!

DIDIER (_who has been looking at them fixedly all the time_).

Hein? [_He half rises from the bank._

SAVERNY (_still laughing_).

I would like to send
That news to Paris. Are you going there?

LAFFEMAS.

I am, and I will spread the news, trust me! But are you sure you recognize her?

SAVERNY.

Sure?
Hurrah for France! We know our Marion.
[_Feeling in his pocket._
I think I have her portrait--tender pledge
Of love! She had it done by the King's painter.
[_Giving Laffemas a locket._
Look and compare them.
[_Indicating the barn door._
See her, through that door,
In Spanish costume, with green petticoat.

LAFFEMAS (_looking from the locket to the barn_).

'Tis she--Marion de Lorme! [_Aside._] I have him now!

[_To Saverny._] She must have a companion 'mongst these men.

SAVERNY.

It's likely. Such fair ladies are not prudes, And seldom travel round the world alone.

LAFFEMAS (_aside_).

I'll guard this door. It will go hard, indeed, If I can't capture that false actor here. He's taken now--no doubt of that! [_Goes out._

SAVERNY (_watches the exit of Laffemas: aside_).

I think
I've done a foolish thing.

[_Taking Gracieux aside, who all this time has stood in a corner gesticulating and running over his lines: in a whisper._

Who is that lady
Sitting within the shadow there?

[_Indicating the door of the barn._

GRACIEUX.

Chimène? [_Solemnly._] My lord, I do not know her name. Ask him, This lord, her noble friend.

[_Exits on the side of the park._

SCENE VII

Didier, Saverny

SAVERNY (_turning toward Didier_).

This gentleman? Tell me-- 'Tis strange how hard he looks at me! Upon my soul, 'tis he! My man! [_Loud to Didier._] If you Were not in prison, I should say that you Resemble a--

DIDIER.

And if you were not dead, I'd say That you had the exact appearance of-- His blood be on his head!--a man whom two Short words of mine put in a tomb.

SAVERNY.

Hush! You
Are Didier!

DIDIER.

Marquis Gaspard, you!

SAVERNY.

'Twas you Who were somewhere, a certain night! 'Tis you To whom I owe my life!

[_He opens his arms. Didier draws back._

DIDIER.

Excuse surprise!
I felt so sure I took it back.

SAVERNY.

Not so! You saved me--did not kill me! Let me know What I can do for you. Do you desire A second--brother--a lieutenant? Speak! What will you have--my blood, my wealth, my soul?

DIDIER.

Not any of those things. That portrait there!

[_Saverny gives him the portrait; he looks at it, speaking with bitterness._

Yes, there's her brow, her black eyes, her white neck; Above all, there's her candid glance! How like!

SAVERNY.

You think so?

DIDIER.

This was made for you, you say?

SAVERNY (_bowing, and making an affirmative sign_).

It was! But now 'tis you whom she prefers, You whom she loves and chooses 'mongst us all. You are a happy man.

DIDIER (_with loud and mocking laugh_).

Yes! Am I not?

SAVERNY.

Accept my compliments; she's a good girl, And loves no one but men of family. Of such a mistress one can well be proud! It's honorable, and it gives one style. 'Tis in good taste. If men ask who you are They say, "Beloved of Marion de Lorme."

[_Didier gives him back the portrait; he refuses it._

No, keep the portrait; since the lady's yours, It should belong to you. Keep it, I pray.

DIDIER.

I thank you! [_Puts it in his breast._

SAVERNY.

She is charming in that dress. So you are my successor! One might say, As King Louis succeeded Pharamond. The Brissacs, both of them, supplanted me. [_Laughing._] Then, yes, the Cardinal himself came next, Then little D'Effiat, then the three Sainte-Mesmes, The four Argenteans! In her heart you'll find The best society. [_Laughing._] A little numerous.

DIDIER (_aside_).

My God!

SAVERNY.

Tell me about it some time. Now, To be quite frank with you, I pass for dead, And in the morning shall be buried. You Must have escaped police and seneschals. Your Marion can manage everything! You joined a strolling company by chance; What a delightful history!

DIDIER.

Yes, true
It is a history!

SAVERNY.

To get you out
She probably made love to all the jailers.

DIDIER (_in a voice of thunder_).

Do you think that?

SAVERNY.

You are not jealous--what? Oh, joke incredible!--of Marion! A man jealous of Marion! The poor child! Don't go and scold her!

DIDIER.

Have no fear. [_Aside._] The angel--
It was a demon! Oh, my God!

[_Enter Laffemas and Gracieux. Didier goes out; Saverny follows him._

SCENE VIII

Laffemas, Gracieux

GRACIEUX (_to Laffemas_).

My lord, I do not understand you! [_Aside._] Humph! A costume Of Alcaid and a figure of police; Small eyes, adorned with big eyebrows! I think He plays the part of Alguazil in this Locality.

LAFFEMAS (_pulling out his purse_).

My friend!

GRACIEUX (_drawing near, low to Laffemas_).

My lord--I see! Chimène has interested you. You wish To know--

LAFFEMAS (_low, smiling_).

Who is her Roderick?

GRACIEUX.

You mean
Her lover?

LAFFEMAS.

Yes!

GRACIEUX.

Who groans beneath her spell?

LAFFEMAS (_impatiently_).

There's one?

GRACIEUX.

Of course!

LAFFEMAS (_approaching him eagerly_).

Then show him to me, quick!

GRACIEUX (_with profound obeisance_).

It's I, my lord. I'm mad about her!

LAFFEMAS.

You!

[_Laffemas, disappointed, turns away with annoyance; then he comes back and shakes his purse in Gracieux's eyes and ears._

Know you the sound of ducats?

GRACIEUX.

Heavenly tones!

LAFFEMAS (_aside_).

I've got my Didier!
[_To Gracieux._] Do you see this purse?

GRACIEUX.

How much!

LAFFEMAS.

Gold ducats--twenty!

GRACIEUX.

Humph!

LAFFEMAS (_jingling the gold in his face_).

Will you?

GRACIEUX (_grabbing the purse from him_).

Most certainly!

[_With theatrical tone to Laffemas, who listens anxiously._

My lord, if your back bore Just in the center a great hump, as big As is your belly, and if those two bags Were filled with louis, sequins, and doubloons, In that case--

LAFFEMAS (_eagerly_).

Well, what would you do?

GRACIEUX (_putting the purse into his pocket_).

I'd take
The whole of it, and I would say--
[_With profound obeisance._
I thank you;
You are a gentleman!

LAFFEMAS (_aside, furious_).

Plague on the monkey!

GRACIEUX (_aside, laughing_).

The devil take the cat!

LAFFEMAS (_aside_).

They have agreed On what to do, if any one suspects. 'Tis a conspiracy. They'll all be dumb; Accursed gypsy devils!

[_To Gracieux who is going away._

Give me back
My purse!

GRACIEUX (_turning around, with tragic tone_).

What do you take me for, my lord? What will the world think of us, pray, if you Propose and I agree to anything So infamous as sell for gold a life, My soul? [_Turns to go._

LAFFEMAS.

That's as you please; but give me back
My money!

GRACIEUX.

No, I keep my honor, sir,
And we have no accounts to settle.

[_He salutes him and re-enters barn._

SCENE IX

LAFFEMAS (_alone_).

Humph! The wretched juggler! Pride in such base souls! If you some day should fall into my hands Unoccupied with better sort of game-- But this will not find Didier! Now, I can't Take all this crowd and put them to the torture. This is worse work than hunting needles in A haystack. Faith! a chemist's crucible Bewitched I ought to have, which, eating up The lead and copper, would reveal at last The golden ingot hid by much alloy. Go to the Cardinal without my prize? [_Striking his brow._ That's it! The clever thought! Oh, joy! He's mine! [_Calling through the barn door._ Ho, gentlemen, comedians! one word, please.

[_The actors crowd out of the barn._

SCENE X

_The same. Comedians, among them Marion and Didier; afterward Saverny, afterward Marquis de Nangis_

SCARAMOUCHE (_to Laffemas_).

What do you want with us?

LAFFEMAS.

Without preamble: My lord the Cardinal commissioned me To find good actors, if there may be such Within the provinces, to act the plays Which he constructs in hours of leisure when Allowed by State affairs. In spite of care And earnest thought, his theater declines, And is no credit to a cardinal-duke.

[_All the actors press eagerly forward. Saverny enters, and watches the scene with curiosity._

GRACIEUX (_aside, counting his money_).

Twelve only! He said twenty. The old scamp! He's robbed me!

LAFFEMAS.

Let each one repeat some scene, That I may know your talents and may choose. [_Aside._] If he gets out of that, this Didier's sharp. [_Aloud._] Are you all here?

[_Marion stealthily approaches Didier and tries to lead him off._

GRACIEUX (_going up to them_).

Come with the others--you!

MARION.

Oh, heaven!

[_Didier leaves her and joins the actors; she follows him._

GRACIEUX. You're in luck to be with us. To have new clothes, get every day a feast, To speak the Cardinal's verses every night, A happy lot!

[_All the actors take their places before Laffemas. Marion and Didier among them. Didier does not look at Marion; his eyes are bent on the ground; his arms are folded underneath his cloak. Marion watches him anxiously._

GRACIEUX (_at head of troupe, aside_).

Who would have thought this crow
Recruited actors for the Cardinal?

LAFFEMAS (_to Gracieux_).

First you. What do you play?

GRACIEUX (_with a low bow and a pirouette which shows off his hump_).

I'm called the Sylph
Among the troupe. This piece I know the best.
[_He sings._

"On the bald heads of magistrates,
Enormous wigs are spread.
Out of that fleece, in due time, come
Chains, gallows, tortures dread.
Whenever one called president
Shall shake his bigger head.

"Let any barber, strolling fool,
Wash, powder, and pomade
The hair which bald heads steal from beards,
Let them be combed and frayed
In shape of a right gorgeous wig--
Your magistrate is made.

"The lawyer is a sea of words
Hurled wildly at the bench.
A killing kind of mixing up
Of Latin and bad French--"

LAFFEMAS (_interrupting him_).

You sing so false, you'd make an eagle sick. Be still!

GRACIEUX (_laughing_).

I may sing false--the song is true!

LAFFEMAS (_to Scaramouche_).

It's your turn now.

SCARAMOUCHE (_bowing_).

I'm Scaramouche, my lord! "The Lady of Honor," sir, I open thus. [_Declaiming._ "'Naught is so fine,' said once a Queen of Spain, 'As bishop at the altar, soldier in The field, unless it is a girl in bed, Or robber on the gallows--'"

[_Laffemas interrupts Scaramouche with a gesture and signs to Taillebras to speak. Taillebras makes a profound obeisance, then draws himself up._

TAILLEBRAS (_with emphasis_).

As for me, Sir, I am Taillebras. From Thibet, sir, I come; I've punished the great Khan, I've captured The Mogul--

LAFFEMAS.

Choose something else--
[_Low to Saverny, who stands beside him._
A beauty,
Eh, this Marion!

TAILLEBRAS.

It is one of our best. If you prefer, I will be Charlemagne, The Emperor of the West. [_Declaiming with emphasis._ "Strange destiny! O Heaven, I appeal to you! Bear witness Unto my woe. I must despoil myself, Surrender my beloved one to another. I must endow my rival, fill his heart With joy, while my poor stomach stings with grief. Thus, birds, you can no more perch in the woods; Thus, flies, you can no more buzz in the fields; Thus, sheep, you can no longer wear your wool; Thus, bulls, you can no longer raze the plains."

LAFFEMAS.

Good! [_To Saverny._] Listen, the fine verses! "Bradamante" By Garnier; what a poet! [_To Marion._] 'Tis your turn, My beauty. First, your name.

MARION (_trembling_).

I am Chimène!

LAFFEMAS.

Indeed! Chimène? Then you must have a lover. He has killed a man in duel--

MARION (_terrified_).

Oh, heaven!

LAFFEMAS (_maliciously_).

I've a good memory. If one escapes--

MARION (_aside_).

Great heaven!

LAFFEMAS.

Come! Now let us hear your scene

MARION (_half turned toward Didier_).

"Since to arrest you in this fatal course Your life and honor are of no avail, If ever I have loved you, Roderick, Defend yourself to save me from Don Sancho. Fight valiantly against the fearful fate Which must surrender me to one I hate. Shall I say more? Go; your defense shall be Your right to force my duty, seal my lips! If love for me still in your brave heart lies, Go win this combat, for Chimène is prize."

[_Laffemas rises gallantly and kisses her hand. Marion is pale; she looks at Didier, who remains motionless with eyes on the ground._

LAFFEMAS.

No voice but yours could take so firm a hold Upon the secret fibers of our heart. You are adorable. [_To Saverny._] You can't deny Corneille is not worth Garnier, after all. 'Tis true, his verses have a finer ring Since he's belonged unto the Cardinal-Duke. [_To Marion._] What a complexion! What fine eyes! Good God! This is no place for you! You're buried here. Sit down!

[_He sits and makes sign to Marion to sit beside him; she draws back._

MARION (_low to Didier, with anguish_).

For God's sake, let me stay with you!

LAFFEMAS (_smiling_).

Come sit by me, I say!

[_Didier repulses Marion, who staggers terrified to the bench where Laffemas sits, and falls upon it._

MARION (_aside_).

'Tis horrible!

LAFFEMAS (_smiling at Marion, with an air of reproach_).

At last! [_To Didier._] Now, sir, your turn. What is your name?

DIDIER (_with gravity_).

My name is Didier!

MARION, LAFFEMAS, SAVERNY.

Didier!

DIDIER (_to Laffemas, who laughs triumphantly_).

Yes, you can Send all of them away. You've got your prey. Your prisoner himself takes up his chain. This joy has cost you a great deal of work.

MARION (_running to him_).

Didier!

DIDIER (_with a freezing look_).

Don't try to hinder me this time,
Madame!

[_She starts back and falls crushed upon the bank: to Laffemas._

I've watched you creeping close to me, You demon! In your eyes I've seen that glare Of hell fire which illuminates your soul. I might have 'scaped your trap--a useless thing; But to see cunning wasted thus grieved me. Take me, and get well paid for treachery.

LAFFEMAS (_with concentrated rage, trying to laugh_).

You are not a comedian, it would seem!

DIDIER.

It's you who played the comedy.

LAFFEMAS.

Not well. But with the Cardinal I'll write a play. It is a tragedy: you have a part.

[_Marion screams with horror. Didier turns from her with contempt._

Don't turn your head in such a lordly way. We will admire your acting, never fear! Come, recommend your soul to God, my friend.

MARION.

Ah, God!

[_At this moment Marquis de Nangis passes across the back of the stage, in the same attitude, with his escort of Halberdiers. Marion's cry arrests him; pale and silent he turns to the characters._

LAFFEMAS (_to_ Marquis de Nangis).

Marquis, I claim your aid. Good news! Lend me your escort. The murderer escaped Our vigilance, but we've recaptured him.

MARION (_throwing herself at Laffemas's feet_).

Oh, pity for him!

LAFFEMAS (_with gallantry_).

At my feet, madame!
'Tis I should kneel at yours.

MARION (_on her knees, clasping her hands_).

My lord the judge, Have mercy upon others, if some day You hope a jealous judge, more powerful Than you are, will be merciful to you!

LAFFEMAS (_smiling_).

You're preaching us a sermon, I believe! Ah, madame, reign at balls and shine at fêtes, But do not preach us sermons. For your sake, I would do anything; but he has killed-- It is a murder.

DIDIER (_to Marion_).

Rise! [_Marion rises, trembling._
You lie! it was a duel.

LAFFEMAS.

Sir!

DIDIER.

I say, you lie!

LAFFEMAS.

Have done! [_To Marion._] Blood calls For blood; this rigor troubles me-- I wish-- But he has killed--killed whom? The young marquis, Gaspard de Saverny, [_Indicating Marquis de Nangis._ Nephew to him, That worthy old man there. A rare young lord; The greatest loss for France and for the King. Were he not dead, I do not say that I-- My heart is not of stone, and if--

SAVERNY (_taking a step forward_).

The man
You think is dead is living. I am he!
[_General astonishment._

LAFFEMAS (_starting_).

Gaspard de Saverny! A miracle! There is his coffin.

SAVERNY (_tearing off his false mustache, his plaster, and black wig_).

But he is not dead!
Who recognizes me?

MARQUIS DE NANGIS (_as if awakening from a dream, starts, and with a great cry throws himself into his nephew's arms_).

Gaspard! My nephew!
It is my child! [_They remain locked in each other's arms._

MARION (_falling upon her knees and lifting her eyes to heaven_).

Didier is saved! Praise God!

DIDIER (_coldly, to Saverny_).

What is the use? I wished to die.

MARION (_still on her knees_).

Kind God,
You have protected him!

DIDIER (_continuing, without listening to her_).

How otherwise Could he have caught me in his trap? Think you My spur could not have crushed the spider's web Which he had made to catch a gnat? Henceforth I ask no other boon than death. This is No friendly gift from you, who owe me life!

MARION.

What does he say? You must live--

LAFFEMAS.

All's not over.
Is it certain that this is the Marquis?

MARION.

It is.

LAFFEMAS.

We must have proof of it at once.

MARION (_indicating Marquis de Nangis, who is still holding Saverny in his arms_).

Look at that old man, how he smiles and weeps!

LAFFEMAS.

Is that Gaspard de Saverny?

MARION.

What heart
Can question such a close embrace?

MARQUIS DE NANGIS (_turning around_).

You ask If it is he--Gaspard, my son, my soul? [_To Marion._] Did he not ask if it was he, madame?

LAFFEMAS (_to Marquis de Nangis_).

Then you affirm that this man is your nephew? He is Gaspard de Saverny?

MARQUIS DE NANGIS (_with intensity_).

I do!

LAFFEMAS.

According to the law I do arrest Gaspard de Saverny, in the King's name. Your sword! [_Surprise and consternation among the characters._

MARQUIS DE NANGIS.

My son!

MARION.

Oh, Heaven!

DIDIER.

Another head! Yes, two were needed. 'Tis the least, to bring This Roman Cæsar one head in each hand.

MARQUIS DE NANGIS.

Speak! By what right--

LAFFEMAS.

Ask my lord cardinal. All who survive a duel fall beneath The ordinance. Give me your sword.

DIDIER (_looking at Saverny_).

Rash man!

SAVERNY (_drawing his sword and presenting it to Laffemas_).

'Tis here!

MARQUIS DE NANGIS (_stopping him_).

A moment! None is master here Save me! I mete out justice high and low. Our sire the King would be no more than guest. [_To Saverny._] Give up your sword to none but me.

[_Saverny hands him his sword, and clasps him in his arms._

LAFFEMAS.

In truth, That is a feudal right quite out of date. The Cardinal might blame me for it, but I would not willingly annoy you--

DIDIER.

Wretch!

LAFFEMAS (_bowing to Marquis de Nangis_).

So I consent. You can return the favor By loaning me your guard and prison, sir.

MARQUIS DE NANGIS (_to his Guards_).

Not so! Your sires were vassals to my sires. I forbid any one to stir a step.

LAFFEMAS (_with voice of thunder_).

My masters, hark to me: I am the judge Of the secret tribunal, Criminal- Lieutenant to the Cardinal. Conduct These men to prison. Four of you mount guard Before each door. You're all responsible. It would be rash to disobey when I command You to go here or there or do a deed. If any hesitate, it is because His head annoys him.

[_The Guards, terrified, drag the two prisoners off in silence, Marquis de Nangis turns away indignant and buries his face in his hands._

MARION.

All is lost!
[_To Laffemas._] Have pity!
If in your heart--

LAFFEMAS (_low to Marion_).

If you will come to-night,
I'll tell you something--

MARION (_aside_).

What is it he wants?
His smiles are terrible. He has a gloomy,
Treacherous soul.
[_Turning with desperation to Didier._
Didier!

DIDIER (_coldly_).

Farewell, madame!

MARION (_shuddering at the tone of his voice_).

What have I done? Oh, miserable woman!
[_She sinks upon the bank._

DIDIER.

Miserable! Yes!

SAVERNY (_embraces Marquis de Nangis, then turns to Laffemas_).

Is your pay doubled
When you bring two heads?

LACKEY (_entering, to Marquis de Nangis_).

My lord, The funeral preparations for the Marquis Are now completed. I am sent to you To know what hour and day the ceremony Will be performed.

LAFFEMAS.

Come back one month from now.

[_The Guards lead off Didier and Saverny._

_ACT IV_

THE KING

Scene.--_Chambord. The guard-room in the Castle of Chambord_

SCENE I

_Duke de Bellegarde, rich court costume covered with embroidery and lace, the order of the Holy Ghost around his neck, and the star upon his cloak. Marquis de Nangis, in deep mourning and followed by his escort of Guards. Both cross the back of the hall_

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

Condemned?

MARQUIS DE NANGIS.

Condemned!

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

E'en so! The King can pardon. It is his kingly right and royal duty. Have no more fear. In heart as well as name He's son of Henry IV.

MARQUIS DE NANGIS.

I was his comrade.

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

Indeed, we spoiled full many a coat of armor For the proud sire! Now go unto the son, Show him your gray hairs, and in lieu of prayer Cry out "Ventre Saint Gris!" Let Richelieu Himself give better reason! Hide here now. [_He opens a side door._ He's coming soon. Do you know, to be frank, Your costume's of a style to make one laugh.

MARQUIS DE NANGIS.

Laugh at my mourning?

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

Ah, these coxcombs here! Old friend, stay there; you'll not have long to wait. I will dispose him 'gainst the Cardinal. I'll stamp upon the ground for signal; then Come out.

MARQUIS DE NANGIS (_grasping his hand_).

May God repay you!

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE (_to a Musketeer who walks up and down in front of a small gilt door_).

Monsieur, pray,
What does the King?

MUSKETEER.

He's working, my lord duke!
[_Lowering his voice._
A man in black is with him.

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE (_aside_).

At this moment
He is singing a death-warrant, I believe.

[_To the old Marquis, grasping his hand._

Be brave!

[_He conducts him to a neighboring gallery._

While waiting for the signal, look
At these new ceilings, they're by Primatice.

[_Both go out. Marion, in deep mourning, enters through the great door in the back, which opens on a staircase._

SCENE II

_Marion, the Guards_

HALBERDIER (_to Marion_).

Madame, you cannot enter!

MARION (_advancing_).
Sir!

HALBERDIER (_placing his halberd against the door_).

I say,
No entrance!

MARION (_with contempt_).

Here you turn your lance against
A woman. Elsewhere, 'tis in her defense.

MUSKETEER (_laughing, to Halberdier_).

Well said!

MARION (_firmly_).

I must immediately have audience
With the Duke de Bellegarde.

HALBERDIER (_lowering his halberd, aside_).

Ah, these gallants!

MUSKETEER.

Enter, madame.
[_She enters with determined step._

HALBERDIER (_aside, watching her from the corner of his eye_).

Well, the old duke is not As feeble as he looks. This rendezvous Would have cost him a sojourn in the Louvre, In former times.

MUSKETEER (_making sign to Halberdier to keep still_).

The door is open.

[_The little gilt door is opened. M. de Laffemas comes out, holding in his hand a parchment to which a red seal hangs by strands of silk._

SCENE III

_Marion, Laffemas: gesture of surprise from both. Marion turns away from him with horror_

LAFFEMAS (_low, advancing slowly toward Marion_).

You!
What is your errand here?

MARION.

What's yours?

LAFFEMAS (_unrolls the parchment and spreads it out before her eyes_).

Signed by
The King!

MARION (_glances at it, then buries her face in her hands_).

Good God!

LAFFEMAS (_speaking in her ear_).

Will you?

[_Marion shivers and looks him in the face; he fixes his eyes on hers: lowering his voice._

Wilt thou?

MARION (_pushing him away_).

Away!
Foul tempter!

LAFFEMAS (_straightening himself up, sneeringly_).

You will not!

MARION.

I have no fear!
The King can pardon: 'tis the King who reigns.

LAFFEMAS.

Go try him. See what his good will is worth!

[_He turns away, then turns back: folds his arms and whispers to her._

Beware of waiting until I refuse!

[_Exits. Duke de Bellegarde enters._

SCENE IV

Marion, Duke de Bellegarde

MARION (_going toward Duke de Bellegarde_).

Here you are captain, my lord duke.

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

'Tis you,
My beauty! [_Bowing._
Speak! What does my queen desire?

MARION.

To see the King.

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

When?

MARION.

Now!

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

This is short notice!
Why?

MARION.

For something!

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE (_bursting into a laugh_).

We will send for him!
How she goes on!

MARION.

Then you refuse me?

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

Nay! Am I not yours? Have we refused each other Anything?

MARION.

That's very well, my lord!
When shall I see the King?

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

After the Duke. I promise you shall see him when he passes Through this hall. But while waiting, talk with me! Ah, little woman, are we good? In black? Lady-in-waiting you might be. You used To laugh so much.

MARION.

I don't laugh now.

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

Indeed!
I think she's weeping! Marion! You?

MARION (_wiping her eyes: with firm tone_).

My lord,
I want to see his Majesty at once!

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

For what?

MARION.

Just Heaven! For--

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

Is it against
The Cardinal?

MARION.

It is!

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE (_opening the gallery for her_). Please enter here. I put the discontented all in there; Do not come out before the signal, please. [_Marion enters; he shuts door._ I would have run the risk for my old friend. It costs no more to do it for them both.

[_The hall is gradually filled with Courtiers; they talk together. Duke de Bellegarde goes from one to the other. L'Angely enters._

SCENE V

_The same. Duke de Beaupréau, Laffemas, Viscount de Rohan, Count de Charnacé, Abbé de Gondi, and other courtiers_

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE (_to Duke de Beaupréau_).

Good-morning, Duke!

DUKE DE BEAUPRÉAU.

Good-morning!

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

Any news?

DUKE DE BEAUPRÉAU.

There's talk of a new cardinal.

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

Which one?
The Archbishop of Arle?

DUKE DE BEAUPRÉAU.

No! Bishop of Autun.
All Paris thinks he has obtained the hat.

ABBÉ DE GONDI.

'Tis his by right. He was commander of Artillery at the siege of La Rochelle.

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

That's true!

L'ANGELY.

The Holy See has my approval. This one will be a cardinal according To the canons.

ABBÉ DE GONDI (_laughing_).

L'Angely--the fool!

L'ANGELY (_bowing_).

My lord knows all my names.

[_Laffemas enters; all the Courtiers vie with each other in paying court to him and surrounding him. Duke de Bellegarde watches them with vexation._

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE (_to_ L'Angely).

Fool, who's that man
Who wears the ermine cloak?

L'ANGELY.

Whom every one
Is paying court to?

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

Yes. I know him not.
Is he a follower of Monsieur d'Orleans?

L'ANGELY.

They would not fawn on him so much.

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE (_watching Laffemas, who struts about_).

What airs!
As if he were grandee of Spain!

L'ANGELY (_low_).

It is Sir Laffemas, intendant of Champagne, Lieutenant-Criminal--

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE (_low_).

Infernal, say!
He's called the Cardinal's executioner?

L'ANGELY (_still low_).

The same.

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

That man at Court!

L'ANGELY.

Why not? One extra Tiger-cat in the menagerie! Shall I present him?

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE (_haughtily_).

Peace, you fool!

L'ANGELY.

I think I'd cultivate him if I were a lord. Be friendly! Unto each man comes his day. If he takes not your hand, he may your head.

[_He seeks Laffemas, presents him to Duke de Bellegarde, who bows with ill-concealed displeasure._

LAFFEMAS (_bowing_).

Sir Duke!

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

Sir, I am charmed--
[_Aside._] Upon my life,
We're fallen low, Monsieur de Richelieu!
[_Laffemas walks away._

VISCOUNT DE ROHAN (_bursting into laughter among a group of Courtiers in the back of the hall_).

Delightful!

L'ANGELY.

What?

VISCOUNT DE ROHAN.

That Marion is here.

L'ANGELY.

Here--Marion?

VISCOUNT DE ROHAN.

We were just saying this:
"Chaste Louis's guest is Marion." How rich!

L'ANGELY.

A charming piece of wit, indeed, my lord!

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE (_to Count de Charnacé_).

Sir wolf-hunter, have you found any prey? Is hunting good?

COUNT DE CHARNACÉ

There's nothing! Yesterday I had great expectations, for three peasants Had been devoured by wolves. At first I thought We would find several at Chambord. I beat The woods, but not a wolf, nor trace of one! [_To L'Angely._] Fool, know you anything that's gay?

L'ANGELY.

Nothing, My lord, except two men will soon be hanged At Beaugency for dueling.

ABBÉ DE GONDI.

So little,
Bah! [_The small gilt door is opened._

AN USHER.

The King!

[_The King enters; he is in black, his eyes are cast down. The order of the Holy Ghost is on his doublet and his cloak. Hat on his head. The Courtiers all uncover and range themselves, silently, in two rows. The Guards lower their pikes and present muskets._

SCENE VI

_The same. The King. The King enters slowly, passes through the crowd of Courtiers, without lifting his head, stops at front of stage, and stands for several instants absorbed and silent. The Courtiers retire to the back of the hall_

THE KING.

All things move on from bad to worse. Yes, all! [_To Courtiers, nodding his head._ God keep you, gentlemen!

[_He throws himself into a large armchair and sighs profoundly._

I have slept ill!
[_To Duke de Bellegarde._
My lord!

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE (_advancing with three profound salutations_).

The time for sleeping, sire, is past.

THE KING (_eagerly_).

True, Duke! The State is rushing to destruction With giant strides!

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

'Tis guided by a hand
Both strong and wise.

THE KING.

He bears a heavy burden,
Our good lord cardinal!

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

Sire!

THE KING.

He is old. I ought to spare him, but I have enough To do with living, without reigning!

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

Sire,
The Cardinal's not old!

THE KING.

Pray, tell me frankly-- No one is watching or is listening here-- What do you think of him?

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

Of whom, sire?

THE KING.

Him!

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

His Eminence?

THE KING.

Of course!

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

My dazzled eyes
Can hardly fix themselves--

THE KING.

Is that your frankness? There is no cardinal here, nor red, nor gray! No spies! Speak! Why are you afraid? The King Wants your opinion of the Cardinal.

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

Entirely frank, sire?

THE KING.

Yes, entirely frank.

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE (_boldly_).

Well, then, I think him a great man!

THE KING.

If needful You would proclaim it on the house-tops? Good! Can you not understand? The State, mark me, Is suffering, because he does it all And I am nothing!

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

Ah!

THE KING.

Rules he not war And peace, finances, states? Makes he not laws, Edicts, mandates, and ordinances too? Through treachery he broke the Catholic league; He strikes the house of Austria--friendly To me--to which the Queen belongs.

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

Ah, sire, He lets you keep a vivary within The Louvre. You have your share.

THE KING. Then he intrigues With Denmark.

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

But he let you fix the marc
Among the jewelers.

THE KING (_whose ill-humor increases_).

He fights with Rome!

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

He let you issue an edict, alone, By which a citizen was not allowed To eat more than a crown's worth at a tavern, E'en though he wished to.

THE KING.

All the treaties he
Concludes in secret.

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

Yes; but then you have
Your hunting mansion at Planchette.

THE KING.

All--all! He does it all! All with petitions rush To him! I'm but a shadow to the French! Is there a single one who comes to me For help?

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

Those who have the king's evil come.

[_The anger of The King increases._

THE KING.

He means to give my order to his brother! I will not have it! I rebel.

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

But, sire--

THE KING.

I am disgusted with his people!

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

Sire!

THE KING.

His niece, Combalet, leads a model life.

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

'Tis slander, sire!

THE KING.

Two hundred foot-guards!

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

But
Only a hundred horse-guards!

THE KING.

What a shame!

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

He saves France, sire.

THE KING.

Does he? He damns my soul! With one arm fights the heathen, with the other He signs a compact with the Huguenots. [_Whispering to Duke de Bellegarde._ Then, if I dared to count upon my hand The heads--the heads that fall for him at Grève! All friends of mine! His purple robes are made Of their hearts' blood! 'Tis he who forces me To wear eternal mourning.

DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.

Treats he his own
More kindly? Did he spare Saint Preuil?

THE KING.

He has A bitter tenderness, they say, for those He loves. He must love me tremendously!

[_Abruptly, after a pause, folding his arms._