Saverny: Yes, you.
Didier (rising): It is an ordinance that punishes
By gibbeting all squabbling noblemen.
Having done all you wanted, may I claim
A slight reward? Will you now fight with me?
Saverny: Certainly. Where?
Didier: Here. Who will lend a sword?
L'Angely: For this wild folly, take a fool's sword, friend,
And in exchange, bequeath to me, for luck,
The bit of rope that hangs you.
Didier (taking his sword): Now, marquis!
Saverny: Sir, at your service.
Didier: Guard!
[As their swords clash, Marion de Lorme appears.
Marion (seeing