Meg. And may I meet the Spanish gentleman?
Her. That's as he chooses. I may not command him.
[Re-enter Count Dorkinski]
Dor. His Highness, sir, is pleased to bid you join him.
Meg. His pleasure is his marshal. [To Hernda, softly] I've your leave
To love your father. That I go from you
To him, is Heaven's proof I do.
[Exit Megario and the Count]
Her.The proof
I seek, and would not find, is locked in Hell,
Not Heaven. Megario lied. Oh, Chartrien!
[Retreats slowly into grove and pauses out of sight, rear. Enter, upper left, Chartrien and LeVal]
LeV. No,——
Cha. Prudence, dear LeVal!