]
Great heaven!--It is!--His name and hand!
[_She sinks down in despair_.
PAUL.
[_Passionately, to the_ DUKE.]
I betray you!--I, Paul Kauvar.--Tis false!
[_To_ DIANE.]
You at least will not believe this lie.
DUKE.
[_Interposing_.]
Silence! Better death to her than the pollution of another word from
you!
PAUL.
But my God!--You do not know.--She is--
DIANE.
[_Starting up wildly_.]
Stop!--I forbid you to say more!
CURTAIN.
ACT II.
SCENE. _Interior of the Prison of the Republic. A room with
cells.--Entrance to outer corridor. Table with chairs near it.--As
curtain rises, howls of a Mob are heard outside_.
POTIN.
[_Entering in the midst of the howls, then clapping his hands to his
ears_.]
Oh, that I were deaf! Then I'd escape the shriek of my wife, and the
roar of this cursed tribunal condemning poor devils to death.
[_Renewed howls_.]
Aye, that's right! Howl on, hyenas! I could howl, too, yesterday, as
well as the worst of ye. But I can't now; no, not since the arrest
of the poor old Duke. There he lies, in yonder cell, and here am I
quartered as a witness against him--and that villain Gouroc has done
all this!
[_Enter_ GOUROC _quietly in the background_.
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