Part 48 (1/2)

Doith this Richelieu, who flatters, kills: Man of the red hand and the scarlet robe!

ROCHEBARON

Of what use is the King?

BRICHANTEAU

In darkness, we-- That is the people--march: eyes on a torch

He is the torch: the King's the lantern which In its bright glass protects the flame from wind

BOUCHAVANNES

Oh, could our swords blow such a wind so fire!

ROCHEBARON

If every one had the same mind as I!

BRICHANTEAU

We would unite-- [_To Bouchavannes_] What do you think, Viscount?

BOUCHAVANNES

We'd give him one perfidious, useful blow!

L'ANGELY (_rising, with gloomy tone_)

Conspiring! Young men! Think of Marillac!

[_All shudder: turn away, and are silent with terror; all fix their eyes on L'Angely, who silently resumes his seat_

VILLAC (_taking Montpesat aside_)

My lord, ere talking of Corneille, You spoke in tones that irritated me

In my turn I would like to say tords To you--

MONTPESAT

With sword--

VILLAC

Yes

MONTPESAT

Or with pistol?