You are wise.
Within an hour, the trial comes on. Be at hand, or—
[Making a sign across his throat.]
There’s nothing like this to quiet a traitor’s tongue.
[Looking after him.]
To lie living, and be a coward—or to lie dead, and be a corpse; that’s the riddle.—No! I’ll be neither a coward nor a corpse. I’ll run away!—run like a brave man, enlist in the army of Vendee, and so escape damnation, and my wife.
Liberty, lend thy wings that I may fly—
Ye gods!—Fate is false again!
Ha! It’s you, is it?
No, it was me; but now you’re here, I’m nobody.
Where’s the Duke?
In that cell.
And I believe ’twas you betrayed him!
That’s a lie!
Well said! Short and sharp, like the truth.
[She pats POTIN on the back. He turns away.]
Bravo!—But one moment! Do you know who did betray him?
[POTIN shakes his head mournfully.]
You do know! I can see by the wag of your head you know, and I mean to make you tell me!—But I can’t stop now; I’m here to see Mam’selle Diane; where is she?
[Pointing to cell.]
There—with her father.
I’ll be back soon, and then I’ll give you a piece of my mind.
Give me peace if you like, dear, but keep the mind for yourself; you’ve none to spare.
Woe to you when next we meet!
[She flounces out.
Yes, it’s woe to me whene’er we meet!—But now to fly; I’ve no time to lose; between my wife and Gouroc, I shall go cracked. So here’s for liberty, and Vendee!
[Exit into his room.
Enter GOUROC, followed by GUARDS escorting MARDOCHE.