[He drags the sack to the parapet. While he is doing so, Maguelonne opens the door of the inn and lets out The King, who goes off singing gaily in the opposite direction.
Triboulet (lifting the sack on the parapet, to push
it over): Go down!
The King: Oh, woman is fickle, and man is a fool
To trust in her word!
Triboulet: Oh, God! Whose voice is that?
[He pulls back the sack.
The King (now unseen in the darkness): She changes without any reason or rule,
As her fancies are stirred.
Triboulet: He has escaped! (Running up to the
inn) Accursed villains, you have cheated me! (He
pulls at the door, but it will not open.)
Who have they put in the sack?
[He returns to it.
Some innocent wayfarer? I must see.
[He tears open the sack, and peers into it.