[_The Guards, terrified, drag the two prisoners off in silence, Marquis de Nangis turns away indignant and buries his face in his hands._ MARION. All is lost! [_To Laffemas._] Have pity! If in your heart-- LAFFEMAS (_low to Marion_). If you will come to-night, I'll tell you something-- MARION (_aside_). What is it he wants? His smiles are terrible. He has a gloomy, Treacherous soul. [_Turning with desperation to Didier._ Didier! DIDIER (_coldly_). Farewell, madame! MARION (_shuddering at the tone of his voice_). What have I done? Oh, miserable woman! [_She sinks upon the bank._ DIDIER. Miserable! Yes! SAVERNY (_embraces Marquis de Nangis, then turns to Laffemas_). Is your pay doubled When you bring two heads? LACKEY (_entering, to Marquis de Nangis_). My lord, The funeral preparations for the Marquis Are now completed. I am sent to you To know what hour and day the ceremony Will be performed. LAFFEMAS. Come back one month from now. [_The Guards lead off Didier and Saverny._ _ACT IV_ THE KING Scene.--_Chambord. The guard-room in the Castle of Chambord_ SCENE I _Duke de Bellegarde, rich court costume covered with embroidery and lace, the order of the Holy Ghost around his neck, and the star upon his cloak. Marquis de Nangis, in deep mourning and followed by his escort of Guards. Both cross the back of the hall_ DUKE DE BELLEGARDE. Condemned? MARQUIS DE NANGIS. Condemned! DUKE DE BELLEGARDE. E'en so! The King can pardon. It is his kingly right and royal duty. Have no more fear. In heart as well as name He's son of Henry IV. MARQUIS DE NANGIS. I was his comrade. DUKE DE BELLEGARDE. Indeed, we spoiled full many a coat of armor For the proud sire! Now go unto the son, Show him your gray hairs, and in lieu of prayer Cry out "Ventre Saint Gris!" Let Richelieu Himself give better reason! Hide here now. [_He opens a side door._ He's coming soon. Do you know, to be frank, Your costume's of a style to make one laugh. MARQUIS DE NANGIS. Laugh at my mourning? DUKE DE BELLEGARDE. Ah, these coxcombs here! Old friend, stay there; you'll not have long to wait. I will dispose him 'gainst the Cardinal. I'll stamp upon the ground for signal; then Come out. MARQUIS DE NANGIS (_grasping his hand_). May God repay you! DUKE DE BELLEGARDE (_to a Musketeer who walks up and down in front of a small gilt door_). Monsieur, pray, What does the King? MUSKETEER. He's working, my lord duke! [_Lowering his voice._ A man in black is with him. DUKE DE BELLEGARDE (_aside_).