LA ROCHE.
What!--My little cousin--grown so stately and so sad! Mademoiselle, I
claim a kinsman's right to kiss away these shadows.
DIANE.
And I yield the right with pleasure, cousin Henri.
LA ROCHE.
[_Kisses her_.]
Good cheer, sweet cousin! You are now protected by the soldiers of the
King, who--God willing--will punish those who brought this shadow to
your face.
GOUROC.
That may not prove an easy task! Granville is overrun with rebels, who
are urged to most atrocious crimes by Carrac.
LA ROCHE.
Yes--Thomas Carrac--a brutal monster, reeking with loyal blood; a
loathsome anarchist, who glories in the vilest deeds.
GOUROC.
Ravishing without remorse the daughters of our race.
LA ROCHE.
If we could capture wretches such as he, it might end our civil war.
DIANE.
Is he so hard to take?
LA ROCHE.
Yes. Reptiles are worse to overcome than lions. They bite unseen, and
escape by crawling. This Carrac is brave in words, but too craven
to face fighting in the field. Our soldiers rarely reach these civil
sinners.
DUKE.
Let us forget them here. For now we will task your hospitality for a
time.
LA ROCHE.
I swear I have not felt the poverty that war entails till now.
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