[He opens a side door.
MARQUIS DE NANGIS.
Laugh at my mourning?
DUKE DE BELLEGARDE.
Ah, these coxcombs here!
Old friend, stay there; you'll not have long to wait.
I will dispose him 'gainst the Cardinal.
I'll stamp upon the ground for signal; then
Come out.
MARQUIS DE NANGIS (grasping his hand).
May God repay you!
DUKE DE BELLEGARDE (to a Musketeer who walks up and down in front of a small gilt door).
Monsieur, pray,
What does the King?
MUSKETEER.