DUKE.
[Sitting near the fire.]
At last, praise God! We're out of reach of traitors!
GOUROC.
Not yet!—The rebel hosts have gathered here at Granville in great force. They may rout the royal army, and capture all of us.
DUKE.
No, not all, for I shall die first, fighting in the ranks.
GOUROC.
But Diane, your daughter—?