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_).