[Falling at his feet.]
I am a wife already.
DUKE.
His wife?—You, my flesh and blood, a traitor's wife!—Oh God! What have I done to merit such a blow as this?
DIANE.
Father,—forgive! Hear me!
DUKE.
[Flinging her off, rushes to the door.]
Henri, Marquis—here! All of you!
[Enter LA HOGUE, LA ROCHEJACQUELEIN, GOUROC, JEAN and DENISE.]