[Rising.]
My God!
DUKE.
What! I owe my life to him?
GOUROC.
He died to atone his treachery to you.
DIANE.
Traitors do not die to save their victims! His life was noble! His death sublime!
[To the DUKE.]
You have foully wronged the man who bravely met a martyr's death for you!—have scorned and spurned me from your side, because I was his wife. You have disowned me—I now disown you!