TRIBOULET: He has
escaped!
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Francois the First,
Do you remember how you treated me?
Who is the dog now, eh? --the dog to kick
And tumble about to make the courtiers laugh?
You liked my daughter, did you? A clown's brat
Found favour with a king! You stooped too low.
This is the road that you must take.
[_He drags the sack to the parapet. While he is doing
so,_ MAGUELONNE _opens the door of the inn and lets
out_ THE KING, _who goes off singing gaily in the
opposite direction. _
TRIBOULET (_lifting the sack on the parapet, to push
it over_): Go down!
THE KING:
Oh, woman is fickle, and man is a fool
To trust in her word!
TRIBOULET: Oh, God! Whose voice is that?
[_He pulls back the sack. _
THE KING (_now unseen in the darkness_):
She changes without any reason or rule,
As her fancies are stirred.
TRIBOULET: He has escaped! (_Running up to the
inn_) Accursed villains, you have cheated me! (_He
pulls at the door, but it will not open_. )
Who have they put in the sack?
[_He returns to it. _
Some innocent wayfarer? I must see.
[_He tears open the sack, and peers into it. _
It is too dark (_wildly_). Has no one got a light?
[_As he is dragging the body out of the sack the lightning
irradiates it. _
My daughter! God! My daughter! No, Blanche, no!
I sent you to Evreux.
Francois the First,
Do you remember how you treated me?
Who is the dog now, eh? --the dog to kick
And tumble about to make the courtiers laugh?
You liked my daughter, did you? A clown's brat
Found favour with a king! You stooped too low.
This is the road that you must take.
[_He drags the sack to the parapet. While he is doing
so,_ MAGUELONNE _opens the door of the inn and lets
out_ THE KING, _who goes off singing gaily in the
opposite direction. _
TRIBOULET (_lifting the sack on the parapet, to push
it over_): Go down!
THE KING:
Oh, woman is fickle, and man is a fool
To trust in her word!
TRIBOULET: Oh, God! Whose voice is that?
[_He pulls back the sack. _
THE KING (_now unseen in the darkness_):
She changes without any reason or rule,
As her fancies are stirred.
TRIBOULET: He has escaped! (_Running up to the
inn_) Accursed villains, you have cheated me! (_He
pulls at the door, but it will not open_. )
Who have they put in the sack?
[_He returns to it. _
Some innocent wayfarer? I must see.
[_He tears open the sack, and peers into it. _
It is too dark (_wildly_). Has no one got a light?
[_As he is dragging the body out of the sack the lightning
irradiates it. _
My daughter! God! My daughter! No, Blanche, no!
I sent you to Evreux.
