Don Cesar: My poor friend,
You certainly are mad!
Don Sallust (opening the door slightly and pointing
out Don Cesar to three armed alguazils as he
whispers): That is the man. Arrest him when he leaves.
And kill him quickly. [He then enters the room, and
gives a purse to Don Cesar, saying: Here is what
you want.
Call on me to-morrow.
Don Cesar (giving Ruy Blas half the ducats):
Come with me.
Be a free man again.
Don Sallust (in an aside): The devil!
Ruy Blas (refusing the money): No;
I never shall be a free man again.
My heart is captive; I must stay on here.
Don Cesar: Well, each man to his fate. Your hand, old friend!
[After shaking hands, he goes out—to his doom.
Don Sallust: No one has seen you yet, I think, Ruy Blas,
Clad in this livery?
Ruy Blas: No one, my lord.
Don Sallust: Good! Shut the doors, and put on this attire.