Didier: Are you sure,
Saverny, she is Marion de Lorme?
On your honour, are you sure?
Saverny: Yes, I am.
I cannot understand you, Didier.
Are you not proud to think that you have made
So great a conquest?
Didier: And I thought she was
As innocent as she was beautiful!
Saverny: She loves you. You should be content with that.
You will not die while Marion de Lorme
Lives. And I hope that she will not forget
I am your friend, but come and save me, too.
[It grows darker Saverny falls asleep. Marion comes out of the gate carrying a bundle, and accompanied by Didier.
Marion: Put on these clothes. Richelieu has arrived;
Can you not hear the guns announcing him?
Didier: Raise your eyes! Raise your eyes, and look at me!
What sort of man, think you, am I? A fool,
Or libertine?
Marion (trembling, as she fixes her eyes passionately
on his): I love you Didier,
More than my life. Your eyes are terrible.
What have I done? Am I not your Marie?
Didier: Marie? Or Marion de Lorme?
Marion: Didier,
Forgive me! I—I—meant to tell you all.
I feared to lose you if you learnt my name.
You had redeemed me by your love. I longed
To raise all memories of my former self,
And live a new life with you, Didier.
For, oh, I love you, and I love you still,
Deeply and truly! Didier, be kind,
Or you will kill me!