Yes, it flies; and we are lost. Didier, I've not the right to say a single word. I am a woman to whom naught is due. You have rebuked and cursed me: you did well! I merit still more hate and shame. You've been Too kind; my broken, bruised heart is grateful. But the remorseless hour draws near. Away! The headsman you forget, remembers you. I've planned it all. You can escape. Now, listen-- My God! do not refuse. You know how much It costs me. Hate me, strike me, curse me, leave Me to my shame, disown me, walk upon My bleeding heart--but fly! DIDIER. Fly where? From whom? There's naught but you to fly from in this world; And I escape you, for the grave is deep. THE JAILER. The hour is passing. MARION. O my Didier, fly! DIDIER. I will not! MARION. Just for pity! DIDIER. Pity! why? MARION. To see you taken, bound! To see you--_there_! Only to think it makes me die of horror! Come! I will be a servant unto you. Come! Take me, when I have redeemed myself, Just to have something underneath your feet. The one you called "a wife" in times of trial-- DIDIER. A wife! [_Cannon sounds in the distance._ This makes of you a widow, then! MARION. Didier! THE JAILER. The hour is past. [_Rolling of drums. Enter Councilor of the Great Chamber, accompanied by penitents bearing torches, and by Executioner. A crowd of soldiers and people follow._ MARION. Ah, Christ! SCENE VII _The same. Councilor, Executioner, Populace, Soldiers_ COUNCILOR. I'm ready, Gentlemen! MARION (_to Didier_). I told you that he'd come! DIDIER (_to Councilor_). We're ready also. COUNCILOR. Which is named Gaspard, Marquis de Saverny? [_Didier points to Saverny, who is asleep._ [_To Executioner._] Awaken him! EXECUTIONER (_shaking him_). How well he sleeps, my lord! SAVERNY (_rubbing his eyes_). Ah, how could you Break in on such a pleasant sleep! DIDIER. 'Tis only Interrupted, friend! SAVERNY (_half awake: sees Marion and salutes her_). Oh, I was dreaming About you, my beauty! COUNCILOR. Have you made Your peace with God? SAVERNY. I have, sir. COUNCILOR. It is well. Please sign this paper! SAVERNY (_takes the parchment, runs over it_). 'Tis the _procès-verbal_. Good! This is a most curious thing--account Of my own death, signed with my autograph! [_Signs, and reads the paper again: to Councilor._ You have made three mistakes in spelling, sir. [_Takes the pen and corrects them. To Executioner._ You have awakened me; put me to sleep! COUNCILOR (_to Didier_). Didier! [_Didier approaches: Councilor gives pen to him._ Your name is there.