]
If my face offends you, I will go.
GOUROC.
Stay, and be just.--I am the slave of a great purpose. I am fast
securing the ruin of the Republic. My affected zeal but masks the
well-aimed blows I strike at the enemies of our order.--Before many
weeks have past, Robespierre will go to the scaffold, the Jacobins be
ruined, and the Republic crushed.--To this great end I am content to
suffer anything, even your contempt, if need be.
DIANE.
Yes, I despise all blows dealt in darkness.
GOUROC.
Even though those very blows could save your father's life?
DIANE.
[_Turning and staring at him_.]
Save my father's life?
GOUROC.
Yes; I hold it in my power to set your father free, and escape with
both of you to Vendee.--Say but the word and it is done.
DIANE.
Tell me the word that I may speak it quickly.
GOUROC.
You know the past.--My one wild dream was to win you as my wife.
Revolution came; I lost you in the chaos of the times; and when at
last I found you, a traitor had nearly caused your death.
DIANE.
[_In anguish_.]
No more, sir! No more!
GOUROC.
But I can save you yet.
DIANE.
Save my father! That is all I ask.
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