Bring no more such griefs to trouble me!
[Showing his hair, which is beginning to turn gray.
MARQUIS DE NANGIS.
An old man, sire; a woman, sire, who weeps!
A word from you is life or death for us!
THE KING.
What do you ask?
MARQUIS DE NANGIS.
Pardon for my Gaspard!
MARION.
Pardon for Didier!