There is here
A man whom one short word from you could make
Happier than any king, and mightier too!
MARION.
Away!
LAFFEMAS.
Is that your answer?
MARION (haughtily).
I beg you!
LAFFEMAS.
How fleeting are the whims of the fair sex!
You were not always, madame, so severe!
Now that 'tis question of your lover's life—
MARION (without looking at him, turning to the small door, her hands clasped).