MARION.
I'm waiting here
For them to kill me!
L'ANGELY (low to Duke de Bellegarde).
Leave her there, my lord!
[Low to Marion.] Remain!
[He returns to The King, who is seated in the great armchair and is in a profound reverie.
SCENE VIII
The King, L'Angely
THE KING (sighing deeply).
Ah! L'Angely, my heart is sick.
'Tis full of bitterness. I cannot smile.
You, only, have the power to cheer me. Come!
You stand in no awe of my majesty.
Come, throw a glint of pleasure in my soul.
[A pause.