Richelieu: . will call the governor. [Exit Gaoler. JOSEPH. He has it then — this Huguet; —so we learnFrom Francois. — Humph ! Now if I can but gainOne moments access, all is ours! The Cardinal ij6 Richelieu : Trembles tween life and death. His life is power;Smite one — slay both! No ^sculapian drugs,By learned quacks baptised with Latin jargon,Eer bore the healing which that scrap of parchmentWill medicine to Ambitions flagging shall be saved — and Joseph be a bishop. iT^r Governor and Joseph,, you wish to see the prisoners HuguetAnd the young knight De Mauprat? JOS
Richelieu: . will call the governor. [Exit Gaoler. JOSEPH. He has it then — this Huguet; —so we learnFrom Francois. — Humph ! Now if I can but gainOne moments access, all is ours! The Cardinal ij6 Richelieu : Trembles tween life and death. His life is power;Smite one — slay both! No ^sculapian drugs,By learned quacks baptised with Latin jargon,Eer bore the healing which that scrap of parchmentWill medicine to Ambitions flagging shall be saved — and Joseph be a bishop. iT^r Governor and Joseph,, you wish to see the prisoners HuguetAnd the young knight De Mauprat? JOSEPH. So my office,And the Lord Cardinals order, warrant, son! GOVERNOR. Father, it cannot be: Count Baradas Has summoned to the Louvre Sieur de Mauprat. , well! But Huguet — GOVERNOR. Dies at noon. JOSEPH. At noon! No moment to delay the pious rites Which fit the soul for death. Quick — quick — admitme ! or, The Conspiracy. 177 cannot enter, monk ! Such are my orders !. , vain man! — the Cardinal still is orders crush all others! GOVERNOR {lifting his hat). Save his Kings!See, monk, the royal sign and seal affixedTo the Counts mandate. None may have access 178 Richelieu : To either prisoner, Huguet or De Mauprat,Not even a priest, without the special passportOf Count de Baradas. I 11 hear no more ! JOSEPH. Just Heaven ! and are we baffled thus? Despair !!Think on the Cardinals power — beware his anger. GOVERNOR. I 11 not be menaced, priest! Besides, the CardinalIs dying and disgraced — all Paris knows hear the prisoners knell! [Bell tolls. JOSEPH. I do beseech you —The Cardinal is not dying. But one moment,And — hist! — five thousand pistoles ! — GOVERNOR. How ! a bribe —And to a soldier, gray with years of honour!Begone!— thousand — twenty ! — GOVERNOR, Gaoler! putThis monk without our walls. or, The Conspiracy. 179 JOSEPH. By those gray hairs —Yea, by this badge {touchi
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