Blown up and burning!—In an hour the houses that were to shelter your attack on our defenses will be gone, and you will have to fight our forces in the open field.—That means defeat for you.
Sacristi! Gag this rogue, or we’ll be whipped before we fight.
LA ROCHEJACQUELEIN writes hastily, and strikes a bell. Enter GOUROC, who starts and goes out again with a gesture of menace towards the PRISONER. Enter ORDERLY.
Despatch these orders instantly, and send a guard with loaded muskets here at once.
[Turning despondently to LA HOGUE.]
I fear this is a death-blow to our plans to-night.
A death-blow dealt by me!—You’d better kill me quickly before I do more damage.
You are right, sir; I should be faithless to my King if I showed you mercy now.
Bravo! Mercy to enemies is as base as cruelty to friends.
Damn me! There’s no fun in killing such a fool—he seems to like it!
[Enter ORDERLY with GUARDS.
Take the prisoner outside and shoot him there at once.
[GUARD crosses to PRISONER.]
Have you any last request?
But one.—You have shown me the kindness of an honest-hearted man. War has made us enemies, but, in the presence of the peace of death, I would like to feel that as Frenchmen we are friends, and ask one parting grasp from you.
[Grasps his hand.]
With all my heart!—May we meet like this above.
Curse these youngsters, they make me snivel like a fool.
[He blows his nose furiously.
The_ PRISONER bows, takes his place in the platoon of GUARDS, who begin to march off. When they are on the terrace, LA HOGUE suddenly cries out.
[ORDERLY about-faces and waits for orders.]
You have not given us your name.