DUKE.
[Looking suspiciously at DIANE.]
Could there be warrant for his strange presumption? If so, this separation is none too soon.
[Enter GOUROC.]
Ah, Marquis, congratulate us. We are now released from all need of burdening even you.—See! Here is a pass which opens the doors of our prison. We fly to-night to Vendée, where we hope you may soon rejoin us, and our cousin Rochejacquelein.