Ay, madame, you should have stayed in England!

Enter De Vardes, torn and bleeding.

De Vardes

De Buc taken and De Barbasan! Dieu!

The day’s not old. I’ll see them ere its close.

We’ll meet, I think, at Carrier’s judgment bar,

Then the dark river,—and then peace at last—

The Marquise

À moi, Monsieur le Baron de Morbec!

De Vardes