TRIBOULET: Oh, God! Whose voice is that? [_He pulls back the sack._ THE KING (_now unseen in the darkness_): She changes without any reason or rule, As her fancies are stirred. TRIBOULET: He has escaped! (_Running up to the inn_) Accursed villains, you have cheated me! (_He pulls at the door, but it will not open_.) Who have they put in the sack? [_He returns to it._ Some innocent wayfarer? I must see. [_He tears open the sack, and peers into it._ It is too dark (_wildly_). Has no one got a light? [_As he is dragging the body out of the sack the lightning irradiates it._ My daughter! God! My daughter! No, Blanche, no! I sent you to Evreux. It is not her. [_The lightning again flashes out, and clearly shows the pale face and closed eyes of the girl._ Speak, for the love of God! Speak! Oh, the blood! Blanche, are you hurt? Speak to me! Blanche! BLANCHE (_opening her eyes_): Where am I? Father! [_She tries to rise, but falls back groaning._ TRIBOULET _takes her in his arms._ TRIBOULET: Blanche, have they struck you? It is too dark to see. BLANCHE (_in a broken, gasping voice_): The dagger struck me ... but I ... Saved the king ... I love him. Father ... have they let him live? TRIBOULET: I cannot understand. BLANCHE: It was my fault ... Forgive me ... father, I---- [_She struggles, speechless, in the agony of death._ TRIBOULET (_shrieking_): Help! Help! Oh, help! [_Rushing to the ferry-bell by the riverside, he rings it madly. The people in the cottages around come running out in wild alarm._ A WOMAN: What is it? Is she wounded? A MAN: She is dead. TRIBOULET (_taking the lifeless body in his arms and hugging it to his breast_): I have killed my child! I have killed my child! FOOTNOTES: