No More Learning

Will you take the chance?

MAGUELONNE (_weeping_): I must.

BLANCHE: Oh, God, I cannot! No! I am too young.
He does not love me.

[_A church-bell begins to chime the hour. _

SALTABADIL: Midnight!

MAGUELONNE: Hark, a knock!

BLANCHE (_stumbling to the door_):
My father hates him. . . . Perhaps it will not hurt,
If they strike hard and kill me at a blow.
Oh, if he only loved me!
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.