MARDOCHE.
[_As howls are heard outside_.]
Listen.--That is the voice of fraternity shrieking for fratricide!
GOUROC.
By heaven! No cobbler talks as you do!--Who are you? What are you?
MARDOCHE.
A victim--to present madness! An atonement--for past wrongs! A pledge
for future progress!--The Abbe de St. Simon.
GOUROC.
Ha! As I suspected.
[SOLDIERS _are heard approaching_.]
Take care!--Hurry to your cell; they are coming for the Duke.
MARDOCHE.
And my sister--?
GOUROC.
You shall have the money at your parting.
MARDOCHE.
Thus my death will bring her more than all the years I might have
lived to love her. [_Exit_.
OFFICER.
[_Entering, followed by_ GUARDS, _and presenting paper to_ GOUROC.]
An order for the person of Duc de Beaumont.
GOUROC.
[_Looking at order_.]
Correct.--There is his cell.
OFFICER.
[_Reading from paper at the door of_ DUKE'S _cell_.]
Honore Albert Maxime, heretofore Duc de Beaumont, you are called for
trial for your life. In the name of the law, stand forth!
_The_ DUKE _appears with_ DIANE _clinging to him, followed by_
NANETTE.
DUKE.
I am ready.
[_The_ GUARDS _surround him_.
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