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!