Blanche: Good, brave girl!
Saltabadil: Well, let us make a bargain, Maguelonne.
If anyone comes knocking at our inn
By midnight, he shall go into the sack.
My client only wants to fling some corpse
Into the river, and on this wild night
He will not see what he is throwing in.
Maguelonne: It is just on the hour. No one will come.
Cannot you ram this faggot in the sack?
Saltabadil: Who would take that for a limp body? No!
Either a traveller or the man upstairs.
That is all! Will you take the chance?
Maguelonne (weeping): I must.
Blanche: Oh, God, I cannot! No! I am too young.
He does not love me.
[A church-bell begins to chime the hour.
Saltabadil: Midnight!
Maguelonne: Hark, a knock!
Blanche (stumbling to the door):
My father hates him.... Perhaps it will not hurt,
If they strike hard and kill me at a blow.
Oh, if he only loved me!