Part 77 (1/2)
Oh, it is horrible! You will not do it, sire!
We women cannot talk as well as men
We've only cries and tears and knees, which bend And totter as kings turn their eyes on us
They were in fault, of course! But if they broke Your law, you can forgive it! What is youth?
Young people are so heedless! For a look, A word, a trifle, anything or nothing, They always lose their heads like that! Such things Are happening every day Each noble, here, He knows it Ask theony!
To knoith one word you can save two lives!
I'd love you all my life, sire, if you would Have mercy--mercy, God! If I kne, I'd talk so that you'd have to say that word
You'd pardon them; you'd say, ”I must console That woman, for her Didier is her soul”
I suffocate, sire Pity, pity me!
THE KING
Who is this woman?
MARION
She's a sister, sire, Who tre Unto your people!
THE KING
Yes! I owe rievous harm
MARION
You should have pity!
THE KING
And obedience, too!
MARQUIS DE NANGIS
Two boys of twenty years! Think of it well!
Their years together are but half of mine!
MARION
Your Majesty, you have a mother, wife, A son--some one at least who's dear to you!
A brother? Then have pity for a sister!
THE KING