[Going.]
If my face offends you, I will go.
GOUROC.
Stay, and be just.—I am the slave of a great purpose. I am fast securing the ruin of the Republic. My affected zeal but masks the well-aimed blows I strike at the enemies of our order.—Before many weeks have past, Robespierre will go to the scaffold, the Jacobins be ruined, and the Republic crushed.—To this great end I am content to suffer anything, even your contempt, if need be.
DIANE.
Yes, I despise all blows dealt in darkness.
GOUROC.
Even though those very blows could save your father's life?
DIANE.
[Turning and staring at him.]