Pedro.—“What are those twenty-five golden louis I see in this purse? And the repeater that I see; I—”
(Pedro attempts to rob the monk. The Capuchin falls on his knees.)
The Monk.—“Mercy! If I go home without this money the superior will shut me up in a dungeon.”
Pedro.—“That’s not my business!”
The Monk.—“At least fire into the folds of my frock without wounding me, so that I can prove that I was attacked.”
Pedro.—Very well. (He fires.)
The Monk, springing upon Pedro, and stabbing him with a dagger.—“Fool! You missed me, but I shall not miss you!”
(He disappears on the court side; the captain and his band re-enter from the garden side.
They pause before the body of Pedro.)
A Brigand.—“The coward, he is asleep!”