Gui. Ah, about the prince?
Her. We have a hope, my lord, your hand may turn
Some stone of rescue.
Gui. Mine are powerless hands,
Pinned to inaction's cross. My eyes may turn
No way that is not watched. To lift my lids
May raise a cry of "Treason!"
Her. There's no help?
In all this land no help?
Gui. Megario,
Could he be softened to it, is the man
Who might with safety slip a secret bolt
For Chartrien.
Her. He!
Gui. His name is set above
The nick of treason by his stern dispatch
Of poor LeVal,—and, that struck off, he yet
Is chronicled so dark that none would lay
A fair deed at his door.
Her. Megario!
Gui. I would not name him, but I know he loves you,
And there's no soul that love may not endue
With tinge of Heaven.
[Re-enter Señora]