No More Learning

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. It is not her.

[_The lightning again flashes out, and clearly shows the
pale face and closed eyes of the girl. _

Speak, for the love of God! Speak! Oh, the blood!
Blanche, are you hurt? Speak to me! Blanche!

BLANCHE (_opening her eyes_): Where am I? Father!

[_She tries to rise, but falls back groaning.