The Dramas of Victor Hugo: Mary Tudor, Marion de Lorme, Esmeralda - LightNovelsOnl.com
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LAFFEMAS (_looking from the locket to the barn_).
'Tis she--Marion de Lorme! [_Aside._] I have him now!
[_To Saverny._] She must have a companion 'mongst these men.
SAVERNY.
It's likely. Such fair ladies are not prudes, And seldom travel round the world alone.
LAFFEMAS (_aside_).
I'll guard this door. It will go hard, indeed, If I can't capture that false actor here.
He's taken now--no doubt of that! [_Goes out._
SAVERNY (_watches the exit of Laffemas: aside_).
I think I've done a foolish thing.
[_Taking Gracieux aside, who all this time has stood in a corner gesticulating and running over his lines: in a whisper._
Who is that lady Sitting within the shadow there?
[_Indicating the door of the barn._
GRACIEUX.
Chimene?
[_Solemnly._] My lord, I do not know her name. Ask him, This lord, her n.o.ble friend.
[_Exits on the side of the park._
SCENE VII
Didier, Saverny
SAVERNY (_turning toward Didier_).
This gentleman?
Tell me-- 'Tis strange how hard he looks at me!
Upon my soul, 'tis he! My man! [_Loud to Didier._] If you Were not in prison, I should say that you Resemble a--
DIDIER.
And if you were not dead, I'd say That you had the exact appearance of-- His blood be on his head!--a man whom two Short words of mine put in a tomb.
SAVERNY.
Hus.h.!.+ You Are Didier!
DIDIER.
Marquis Gaspard, you!
SAVERNY.
'Twas you Who were somewhere, a certain night! 'Tis you To whom I owe my life!
[_He opens his arms. Didier draws back._
DIDIER.
Excuse surprise!
I felt so sure I took it back.
SAVERNY.
Not so!
You saved me--did not kill me! Let me know What I can do for you. Do you desire A second--brother--a lieutenant? Speak!
What will you have--my blood, my wealth, my soul?
DIDIER.
Not any of those things. That portrait there!
[_Saverny gives him the portrait; he looks at it, speaking with bitterness._
Yes, there's her brow, her black eyes, her white neck; Above all, there's her candid glance! How like!
SAVERNY.
You think so?
DIDIER.
This was made for you, you say?
SAVERNY (_bowing, and making an affirmative sign_).
It was! But now 'tis you whom she prefers, You whom she loves and chooses 'mongst us all.
You are a happy man.
DIDIER (_with loud and mocking laugh_).
Yes! Am I not?
SAVERNY.
Accept my compliments; she's a good girl, And loves no one but men of family.
