No More Learning

MAGUELONNE (_opening the door_): Who is there?

BLANCHE: Give me a shelter for the night.

MAGUELONNE: Come in.

[_She enters. As she crosses the threshold_, SALTABADIL
_raises his dagger, and the curtain falls. _


ACT III

SCENE. --_The same; but when the curtain rises, only the outside of the
inn is now seen. It is unlighted; everything is in darkness. _

TRIBOULET (_knocking at the door_): Make haste!

SALTABADIL (_bringing out a sack_): Here is your man.

TRIBOULET (_helping him carry it_): Give me a light.
I want to see him--is he really dead?

SALTABADIL: We must not use a light. We might be seen.
Where is the money?
TRIBOULET (_giving him a bag_): Here. (_Looking at
the sack_) I have you at last!
Long have I waited for this happy hour!

SALTABADIL: Come, throw it in the Seine!

TRIBOULET: I want no help.
Your part is done. Leave me alone.

SALTABADIL: Quick, then!
Somebody may come by. Is the man mad?

[TRIBOULET _has knelt down in the mud by the sack.
The rain streams on him, and his face, convulsed
with hideous joy, is illumined by the lightning. _
SALTABADIL _enters the inn and shuts the door. _

TRIBOULET (_feeling the sack_): Yes! I can feel his
spurs. It is the King!