Xaint. Yet the world
Believes them cordial friends; that with the rank
He craved, the constable of France has lost
All that disgust the Earl of Richemont felt.
Alen. Charles never will forgive the insult shown
To them he valued most. Du Châtel first,
Then Louvel he required should be dismissed
His service and the council—price of friendship.
The first his interest in his master's sank,
But Louvel's firm adherence to his post,
Bringing Camouse's death.
Xaint. Camouse's death!
Alen. Ay, 'twas a bloody deed: but more anon,
This maid absorbs all thought.
Xaint. Let's hasten then:
My curiosity is all awake—
And more, I bear an answer from the regent,
Which to the prince and council I must show.
Scene II.—Council.
Charles, Louvel, Valancour, &c.
Cha. We'll hear no more. Whilst one poor hope remained
We would have hazarded our chance; but now
Tis madness to resist.
Enter Xaintrailles and Alençon.