GOUROC.
[Solemnly.]
No. Tis the guard of the death-cart, with to-day's load for the guillotine.
DIANE.
[Hiding her face.]
This constant agitation is torture.
GOUROC.
You can easily escape it, Mademoiselle. Accept the refuge I offer you.
DUKE.
We will, Marquis, at once. Come to my room, and we will complete our plans.