You—if you can spell the alphabet.
DIDIER (rising).
It is the edict threatening duelists
With gallows, be they nobles or plebeians.
SAVERNY.
No, you mistake, my friend. You ought to know
A nobleman was never born to hang,
And in this world, where we claim all our rights,
Plebeians are the gallows' only prey.
[To the noblemen.
DIDIER (overthrowing the table which is in front of him).
Beware!
You have insulted me! I've read for you;
I claim my recompense! I'll have it, too!
I want your blood, I want your head, Marquis!
SAVERNY (smiling).
We must be fitted to our station, sir.
I judge him commoner, he scents marquis
In me.