No More Learning

He sits at the table
in silence; his sister watches him. _

MAGUELONNE (_fiercely_): You must not kill him!

SALTABADIL: Twenty golden crowns!
Look, here are ten of them! The rest I get
At midnight. Pest! There is no time to lose.
Quick, sew this sack! My client will return
In a few minutes.

[_Terrified by his look, she takes up the sack and begins
to mend it. There is again a silence, and in the
sinister and momentary radiance of the lightning
the figure of_ BLANCHE _is seen approaching the inn.
She is dressed in a man's clothes, and booted and
spurred. _

BLANCHE: Terrible work to do! I cannot go.
Father, I cannot!
Oh, this horrible dream!
Let me awake from it ere I go mad.
This dream, this horrible dream!

[_Seeing the light from the window, she totters up to the
hole in the wall and looks in again. _

God! it is true!
There they are! There! --the man with murderous looks,
The girl with shameless eyes! Where is the king?

[_Her cries are drowned in the thunder. _

MAGUELONNE: Brother!

SALTABADIL: Yes.

MAGUELONNE: Do not kill him.

SALTABADIL: Ten more crowns!

MAGUELONNE: He is worth more than that.