_ KING
FRANCOIS _leaves_ BLANCHE, _and, brushing past the
jester, who
staggers
as he catches a glimpse of his
face, hastens away.
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Life is a flower, and love the honey of life.
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[_Taking her in his arms, he kisses her._
BLANCHE: I do not know your name. Are you a lord?
My father does not like them.
THE KING (_confused_): Yes.... My name--
Gaucher Mahiet, a poor young scholar.
DAME BERARDE: Look!
Someone is coming.
[_It is_ TRIBOULET. _Seeing his daughter in the arms of
a man, he rushes forward with a terrible cry.
_ KING
FRANCOIS _leaves_ BLANCHE, _and, brushing past the
jester, who
staggers
as he catches a glimpse of his
face, hastens away.
_
TRIBOULET: The King! Oh, God, the King!
[_Then, in a sort of madness, he mutters to himself._
That man that spoke to me ... Hotel du Maine;
At noon ... yes; in his house ... no noise, no risk ...
