Richelieu: . reserve — Mystery of looks — words-—all unravelled, — and I saw the impostor, where I had loved the god! RICHELIEU. I think thou wrongst thy husband—but proceed. you say wronged him? — Cardinal, my father,Did you say wronged ? Prove it, and life shall growOne prayer for thy reward and his forgiveness. me know all. JULIE. To the despair he causedThe courtier left me; but amid the chaos or, The Conspiracy. 117 Darted one guiding ray— to scape — to fly — Reach Adrien, learn the worst-—twas then near midnight:Trembling I left my chamber — sought the queen —Fell
Richelieu: . reserve — Mystery of looks — words-—all unravelled, — and I saw the impostor, where I had loved the god! RICHELIEU. I think thou wrongst thy husband—but proceed. you say wronged him? — Cardinal, my father,Did you say wronged ? Prove it, and life shall growOne prayer for thy reward and his forgiveness. me know all. JULIE. To the despair he causedThe courtier left me; but amid the chaos or, The Conspiracy. 117 Darted one guiding ray— to scape — to fly — Reach Adrien, learn the worst-—twas then near midnight:Trembling I left my chamber — sought the queen —Fell at her feet — revealed the unholy peril —Implored her aid to flee our joint , she embraced and soothed me ; nay, preserved ;Her word sufficed to unlock the palace-gates:I hastened home — but home was desolate, —No Adrien there! Fearing the worst, I fledTo thee, directed hither. As my wheelsPaused at thy gates — the clang of arms behind —The ring of hoofs —. was but my guards, fair trembler.(So Huguet keeps his word, my omens wronged him.) JULIE. Oh, in one hour what years of anguish crowd! 118 Richelieu .• RICHELIEU. Nay, there s no danger now. Thou needest , thou shalt lodge beside me. Tush ! be rosiest Amazon — thou wrongst thy will be well — yes, yet all well. [Exeunt through a side door. SCENE II. Enter Huguet—De Mauprat, in complete armour, his visordown. The moonlight obscured at the casement. Huguet. Not here! DE MAUPRAT. Oh, I will find him, fear not. Hence and guardThe galleries where the menials sleep —plant sentriesAt every outlet — Chance should throw no shadowBetween the vengeance and the victim ! Go ! —Ere yon brief vapour that obscures the moon,As doth our deed pale conscience, pass away,The mighty shall be ashes. HUGUET. Will you notA second arm? or. The Conspiracy. 119 DE slay one weak old man? —Away! No lesser wrongs than mine can makeThi
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