Good God!
LAFFEMAS (speaking in her ear).
Will you?
[Marion shivers and looks him in the face; he fixes his eyes on hers: lowering his voice.
MARION (pushing him away).
Away!
Foul tempter!
LAFFEMAS (straightening himself up, sneeringly).
You will not!
MARION.
I have no fear!
The King can pardon: 'tis the King who reigns.