DE GUICHE (the same):
—Or for. . .
CARBON (the same):
It were best. . .
LE BRET (the same):
You might. . .
ROXANE:
You are going to fight?—I stay here.
ALL:
No, no!
ROXANE:
He is my husband!
(She throws herself into Christian’s arms):
They shall kill us both together!
CHRISTIAN:
Why do you look at me thus?
ROXANE:
I will tell you why!
DE GUICHE (in despair):
’Tis a post of mortal danger!
ROXANE (turning round):
Mortal danger!