DIDIER: Raise your eyes! Raise your eyes, and look at me! What sort of man, think you, am I? A fool, Or libertine? MARION (_trembling, as she fixes her eyes passionately on his_): I love you Didier, More than my life. Your eyes are terrible. What have I done? Am I not your Marie? DIDIER: Marie? Or Marion de Lorme? MARION: Didier, Forgive me! I--I--meant to tell you all. I feared to lose you if you learnt my name. You had redeemed me by your love. I longed To raise all memories of my former self, And live a new life with you, Didier. For, oh, I love you, and I love you still, Deeply and truly! Didier, be kind, Or you will kill me! DIDIER: How have you obtained This favour for me? Why is Laffemas Risking his neck by letting me escape? MARION: Not now! I cannot tell you now! Fly! Fly! Hark, they are coming! Do not stop to speak. Save yourself! DIDIER: No; I have no wish to live! Thank God, here is the headsman! [_A_ HEADSMAN, _carrying his axe, appears with a crowd of soldiers, officials, and_ SAVERNY. MARION (_falling to the earth_): Didier! SAVERNY: What a shame To rob me of my sleep! THE HEADSMAN (_grimly_): The time has come To put you both to bed. SAVERNY (_gaily_): A headsman! Good! I like the axe much better than the rope. DIDIER (_embracing him_): Good-bye, my friend! MARION (_clinging to him_): And me! Didier, me! Will you not say good-bye to me? DIDIER (_wildly, as the soldiers drag him off_): No! No! My heart is breaking! Oh, Marie, Marie! I love you. I was wrong! MARION: You pardon me? DIDIER: I ask your pardon. Think of me sometimes. Good-bye, my darling. [_He is dragged behind the wall._ AN OFFICIAL (_catching_ MARION _in his arms as she falls_): All hope is not lost. Look, here is Richelieu! Go and plead with him. [_The castle guns are fired. The cloth, hiding the great breach in the wall, drops. The_ CARDINAL _comes in his gigantic scarlet litter, borne by twenty-four footguards. Scarlet curtains conceal him from the shouting mob._ MARION (_dragging herself on her knees to the litter_): In the name of God, oh, my Lord Cardinal, Pardon these two poor boys! A VOICE (_from the litter_): No pardon! [_The litter passes on, and the crowd surges through the wall after it_. MARION _is left alone._ FOOTNOTES: