Richelieu: . — Ho ! we 11 strikeTwixt wind and water.— (Aloud.) Does it need much timeTo find these ornaments to Human Nature? Lord — the trustiest of them are not birdsThat love the daylight. — I do know a hauntWhere they meet nightly — RICHELIEU. Ere the dawn be gray,All could be armed, assembled, and at RuelleIn my old hall? IOO Richelieu one hour after midnight. RICHELIEU. The castles strong. Youknow its outlets, Huguet? Would twenty men, wellposted, keep such guard That not one step—(and Mur-ders step is stealthy) — Could glide within — unseen? HUGUET. A triple wall —A
Richelieu: . — Ho ! we 11 strikeTwixt wind and water.— (Aloud.) Does it need much timeTo find these ornaments to Human Nature? Lord — the trustiest of them are not birdsThat love the daylight. — I do know a hauntWhere they meet nightly — RICHELIEU. Ere the dawn be gray,All could be armed, assembled, and at RuelleIn my old hall? IOO Richelieu one hour after midnight. RICHELIEU. The castles strong. Youknow its outlets, Huguet? Would twenty men, wellposted, keep such guard That not one step—(and Mur-ders step is stealthy) — Could glide within — unseen? HUGUET. A triple wall —A drawbridge and portcullis— twenty menUnder my lead, a month might hold that castleAgainst a host. RICHELIEU. They do not strike till morn-ing,Yet I will shift the quarter — Bid the groomsPrepare the litter— I will hence to RuelleWhile daylight last — and one hour after midnightYou and your twenty saints shall seek me thither!You re made to rise ! — You are, Sir; — eyes of lynx,. or, The Conspiracy. 101 Ears of the stag, a footfall like the snow;You are a valiant fellow; — yea, a trusty,Religious, exemplary, incorrupt,And precious jewel of a fellow, Huguet! If I live long enough, — ay, mark my words If I live long enough, you 11 be a Colonel —Noble, perhaps ! — One hour, Sir, after midnight. leave me dumb with gratitude, my Lord;Ill pick the trustiest—(aside) Marions house canfurnish! \Exit Huguet. RICHELIEU. How like a spider shall I sit in my hole,And watch the meshes tremble. JOSEPH. But, my Lord,Were it not wiser still to man the palace,And seize the traitors in the act? RICHELIEU. No; Louis,Long chafed against me — Julie stolen from him,Will rouse him more. — Hell say I hatched the treason,Or scout my charge : — He half desires my death;But the despatch to Bouillon, some dark schemeAgainst his crown — there is our weapon, Joseph !With that, all safe — without it, all is peril! T02 Richelieu: Meanwhile to my old c
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