MARION.
Then, what—
What can I do?
L'ANGELY.
A capital offense,
Nothing can save him from the fatal rope.
MARION.
Oh, grief!
[To L'Angely.] You freeze my blood, sir. Who are you?
L'ANGELY.
I'm the King's jester!
MARION.
Oh, my Didier, love,
I'm lost, unworthy; but what God can do
With a weak woman's hands, I'll show to you.
Go on, my love; I follow!