DIANE.
That cannot be!
DUKE.
[_Going_.]
I say it shall!
DIANE.
[_Startled_.]
Where are you going?
DUKE.
To seek the priest! Delay is dangerous! You wed to-day and sail
to-night for England.
DIANE.
No, no! Have pity! I have no right to marry.
DUKE.
[_In horror_.]
No right?
DIANE.
[_Falling at his feet_.]
I am a wife already.
DUKE.
His wife?--You, my flesh and blood, a traitor's wife!--Oh God! What
have I done to merit such a blow as this?
DIANE.
Father,--forgive! Hear me!
DUKE.
[_Flinging her off, rushes to the door_.]
Henri, Marquis--here! All of you!
[_Enter_ LA HOGUE, LA ROCHEJACQUELEIN, GOUROC, JEAN _and_ DENISE.]
[_To_ LA ROCHE.]
Call your guards! Drag this woman away! Fling her to these rebel
dogs--for she is one of them!
GOUROC.
What has she done?
DUKE.
Deceived a father's love! Become the mate of my betrayer.
[_Turning on_ DIANE.]
Degraded remnant of my race!--Go! Back to your own, wife of a Sans
Culotte!
GOUROC.
[_Stepping between them_.]
Stay! There must be some mistake!
DUKE.
No! She has confessed that she's the wife of Paul Kauvar.
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