MARION.
You should have pity!
THE KING.
And obedience, too!
MARQUIS DE NANGIS.
Two boys of twenty years! Think of it well!
Their years together are but half of mine!
MARION.
Your Majesty, you have a mother, wife,
A son—some one at least who's dear to you!
A brother? Then have pity for a sister!
THE KING.
No, I have not a brother! [Reflects a moment.
Yes, Monsieur!