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A room in the house of Marion de Lorme; a table towards
the front of the stage (with wine, fruits, fc.), at which are seated Baradas, four courtiers, splendidly dressed in the costume of 1641-2; the Duke of Orleans reclining on a large fauteuil ; Marion de Lorme, standing at the back of his chair, offers him a goblet and then retires. At another table, De Beringhen, De Mauprat, playing at dice; other courtiers, of inferior rank to those at the table of the duke, looking on.
ORLEANS (drinking). Here's to our enterprise!
BARADAS (glancing at Marion).
Hush, sir !
* Omitted in representation, from “ At our statelier homes,” line 3, to the end of speech, line 13.
The myrtle hides; and Marion's silken robe
Still, we have a secret,
Well-Marion, see How the play prospers yonder. (Marion goes to the next table, looks on for a few moments,
I have now
But Richelieu is an Argus ;
To gain the prize We must destroy the Argus: ay, my lords, The scroll the core, but blood must fill the veins Of our design; while this despatched to Bouillon, Richelieu despatched to Heaven! The last my charge Meet here to-morrow night. You, sir, as first In honour and in hope, meanwhile select Some trusty knave to bear the scroll to Bouillon; Mid Richelieu's foes I'll find some desperate hand To strike for vengeance, while we stride to power.
* Olivares, Minister of Spain.
[Exeunt Orleans and the courtiers in his train. Those
at the other table rise, salute Orleans, and reseat themselves.
Double the stakes.
Bravo; faith, it shames me To bleed a purse already in extremis.
Nay, as you've had the patient to yourself
(De Mauprat throws and loses.
OMNES. Lost! Ha, ha, poor De Mauprat!
One throw more?
No; I am bankrupt (pushing gold). There goes all
except My honour and my sword. (They rise.)
Long cloaks and honour
Ay, take the sword To Cardinal Richelieu : he gives gold for steel When worn by brave men.
DE BERINGHEN (to Baradas).
At that name He changes colour, bites his nether lip. Ev'n in his brightest moments whisper“ Richelieu," And you cloud all his sunshine.
I have mark'd it, And I will learn the wherefore.
Come, gentlemen, what say ye: A walk on the Parade!
Pardon me; we shall meet again ere nightfall.
I'll stay and comfort Mauprat.
Let me keep That favour in reserve; in all besides Your most obedient servant. (Exeunt De Beringhen, fc. Manent de Mauprat and
You have lost,
Yet are not sad.
Sad! Life and gold have wings, And must fly one day: open, then, their cages, And wish them merry.
You're a strange enigma: Fiery in war, and yet to glory lukewarm; All mirth in action, in repose all gloom. These are extremes in which the unconscious heart Betrays the fever of deep-fix'd disease. Confide in me! our young days rollid together In the same river, glassing the same stars That smile i’ the heaven of hope; alike we made Bright-wing'd steeds of our unform'd chimeras, Spurring the fancies upward to the air, Wherein we shaped fair castles from the cloud. Fortune of late has sever'd us, and led Me to the rank of courtier, count, and favourite, You to the titles of the wildest gallant And bravest knight in France; are you content? No; trust in me; some gloomy secret
A secret that doth haunt me, as, of old,
for himself and all in the revolt, Who but obey'd his orders.
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