The King: No! It would frighten me if you came back.
You must not die. L'Angely, do you think
That I could master Richelieu, if I wished?
L'Angely: Try!
The King: Some paper!
[L'Angely gives him some; he hurriedly scrawls a few words, and hands the writing to the fool.
I have pardoned all of you.
L'Angely (running to Marion): Here is the pardon.
Thank the king for it.
The King (as Marion throws herself at his feet):
I must not! Give the paper back to me!
Richelieu will be angry.
Marion (thrusting the pardon in her bosom): You must tear
My heart out ere you take it from me, sire!
The King (lowering his eyes, dazzled by her beauty):
Are you a sorceress? You frighten me!
Keep it and go!
Marion (as she departs): My Didier is saved!