Richelieu: . 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 o

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Richelieu: . 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 makeThis murder lawful. Hence ! short farewell![Exit HUGUET. Re-enter RICHELIEU (not per-ceiving De Mauprat). RICHELIEU. How heavy is the air ! — the ,? idvestal lamp * Of the sad moon, weary with vigil, diesIn the still temple of the solemn heaven!The very darkness lends itself to fear —To treason — DE MAUPRAT. And to death!. RICHELIEU. What art thou, wretch? My omens lied not! DE MAUPRAT. Thy doomsman! 120 Richelieu : RICHELIEU. Ho, my guards!Huguet! Montbrassil! Vermont! DE MAUPRAT. Ay, thy spiritsForsake thee, wizard ; thy bold men of mailAre my confederates. Stir not! but one step,And know the next — thy grave ! RICHELIEU. Thou liest, knave!I am old, infirm — most feeble — but thou liest!Armand de Richelieu dies not by the handOf man — the stars have said it—and the voiceOf my own prophet and oracular soulConfirms the shining Sibyls ! — Call them all,Thy brother butchers ! Earth has no such fiend —No ! as one parricide of his fatherland,Who dares in Richelieu murder France! DE MAUPRAT. Thy starsDeceive thee, Cardinal; thy soul of wilesMay against kings and armaments avail,And mock the embattled world; but powerless nowAgainst the sword of one resolved man,Upon whose forehead thou hast written shame! or, The Conspiracy. 121 breathe ; he is not a hireling. Have I wrong

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