Here's a lass you played with, years ago.
LA ROCHE.
What!—My little cousin—grown so stately and so sad! Mademoiselle, I claim a kinsman's right to kiss away these shadows.
DIANE.
And I yield the right with pleasure, cousin Henri.
LA ROCHE.
[Kisses her.]
Good cheer, sweet cousin! You are now protected by the soldiers of the King, who—God willing—will punish those who brought this shadow to your face.
GOUROC.
That may not prove an easy task! Granville is overrun with rebels, who are urged to most atrocious crimes by Carrac.