You have condemned me—you, the King of France!
THE KING.
If you are joking, fool, explain yourself.
L'ANGELY.
I shared the duel of those two young men—
At least my sword did, sire, if I did not.
I here surrender it.
[Draws his sword and, kneeling, presents it to The King.
THE KING (takes it and examines it).
Indeed, a sword!
Where does it come from, friend?
L'ANGELY.
We're noble, sire!
The guilty are not pardoned. I am one.