[The Duke forces his way through the crowd on the steps.]
Séverine (who sees him first). The Duke!
Some Voices. The Duke.
Duke. Well, well, what is it?
Host. Is it a ghost?
Duke. Not that I know of. Let me through!
Rollin. What won't we wager that it is all arranged! The fellows yonder belong to Prosper's troupe. Bravo, Prosper! This is a real success.
Duke. What is it? Is the playing still going on here, while outside ... but don't you know what manner of things are taking place outside? I have seen Delaunay's head carried past on a pole. Nay, why do you look at me like that? (Steps down.) Henri—
François. Guard yourself from Henri.
[Henri rushes like a madman on the Duke and plunges a dagger into his neck.]