Richelieu: . greatThe Kings resentment at the priests defiance !All smiles!—And yet, should this accursed DeMauprat 186 Richelieu: Have given our packet to another — Sdeath!I dare not think of it! ORLEANS. You ve sent to search him? , Sir, to search? — that hireling hands may findUpon him, naked, with its broken seal,That scroll, whose every word is death ! No — no —These hands alone must clutch that awful dare not leave the palace, night nor day,While Richelieu lives — his minions — creatures — spies —Not one must reach the King ! ORLEANS. What hast thou done? BARADAS. Su
Richelieu: . greatThe Kings resentment at the priests defiance !All smiles!—And yet, should this accursed DeMauprat 186 Richelieu: Have given our packet to another — Sdeath!I dare not think of it! ORLEANS. You ve sent to search him? , Sir, to search? — that hireling hands may findUpon him, naked, with its broken seal,That scroll, whose every word is death ! No — no —These hands alone must clutch that awful dare not leave the palace, night nor day,While Richelieu lives — his minions — creatures — spies —Not one must reach the King ! ORLEANS. What hast thou done? BARADAS. Summoned De Mauprat hither, ORLEANS. Could this Huguet,Who prayed thy presence with so fierce a fervour,Have thieved the scroll? BARADAS. Huguet was housed with us,The very moment we dismissed the cannot be ! a stale trick for reprieve. or, The Conspiracy. 187 But, to make sure, I Ve sent our trustiest friend To see and sift him. — Hist! — here comes the King How fare you, Sire?. Enter Louis. the same mind. I haveDecided ! — Yes, he would forbid your presence,My brother — yours, my friend, — then Julie, too !Thwarts — braves — defies — ([suddenly turning toBaradas) We make you minister. 188 Richelieu: Gaston, for you — the baton of our love me, do you not? ORLEANS. Oh, love you, Sire?{Aside?) Never so much as now. BARADAS. May I deserveYour trust {aside) until you sign your abdication !My liege, but one way left to daunt De Mauprat,And Julie to divorce. — We must prepareThe death-writ; what, though signed and sealed ? we canWithhold the enforcement. LOUIS. Ah, you may prepare it;We need not urge it to effect. BARADAS. Exactly!No haste, my liege. {Looking at his watch, and aside.*)He may live one hour longer. Enter Lady Julie, Sire, implores an audience. or, The Conspiracy. 189 LOUIS. Aha ! repentant of her folly ! — Well, Admit her. BARADAS. Sire, she comes for Mauprats pardon,And the con
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