No More Learning

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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. (_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!