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And some tore up their garments fast, and strove to stanch the wound.
in vain they ran, and felt, and stanched; for never truer blow
That good right arm had dealt in fight against a Volscian foe.
When Appius Claudius saw that deed he shuddered and sank down,
And hid his face some little space with the corner of his
Till, with white lips and bloodshot eyes, Virginius tottered
And stood before the judgment-seat, and held the knife on high.
"Oh, dwellers in the nether gloom, avengers of the slain,
But first he cast one haggard glance to where the body lay, And writhed and groaned a fearful groan, and then with stedfast feet,
Strode right across the market-place unto the Sacred Street. Then up sprang Appius Claudius: "Stop him; alive or dead!
Ten thousand pounds of copper to the man who brings his
He looked upon his clients, but none would work his will.
And as Virginius through the press his way in silence cleft,
BY EDWARD BULWER-LYTTON
The characters in this scene are: RICHELIEU, the minister of France and Cardinal of the Church of Rome; Louis, the king; BARADAS, the chief conspirator; and JULIE, Richelieu's ward.
The KING and BARADAS plan the assassination of RICHELIEU. A false report of his death misleads them, and in the midst of their rejoicing RICHELIEU enters and says:
Room, my lords, room.
The minister of France can need no intercession with the
Louis. What means this false report of death, Lord
Rich. Are you, then, angered, sire, that I live still?
Not mine; look elsewhere, Louis! My castle swarmed with the assassins.
We have punished them already.
Huguet is now
In the Bastile. Oh, my lord, we were prompt
My liege! What page, man, in the last court grammar, Made you a plural? Count, you have seized the hireling; Sire, shall I name the master?
The old contrivance; ever does your wit
Tush, my lord,
Remember, he who made, can unmake.
Louis. (motions to Baradas and turns haughtily to the
Good, my liege, for Justice
For fifteen years, while in these hands dwelt empire,
Enough! Your Eminence must excuse a longer audience.
Tho loathed by charity, might ask for justice!
As men who ask man's rights!-My liege, my Louis,
In the pale presence of the baffled murder?
Louis. Lord Cardinal, one by one you have severed from
The bonds of human love; all near and dear
Sire! I-patience, Heaven! Sweet Heaven! Sire, from the foot Of that great throne, these hands have raised aloft On an Olympus, looking down on mortals And worshiped by their awe-before the foot Of that high throne, spurn you the gray-haired man Who gave you empire-and now sues for safety?
Louis. No; when we see your Eminence in truth At the foot of the throne, we'll listen to you.
Exeunt KING and train.
Rich. Goddess of bright dreams,
Heaven! I thank thee!
It can not be, or this all-powerful man
Would not stand idly thus.
Rich. Julie de Mauprat, what dost thou here? Home!
Julie. Home!-is Adrien there?
You're dumb, yet
For words; I see them trembling on your lips,
Rich. Be soothed, child.
Child no more!
I love, and I am woman! Hope and suffer:
Love, suffering, hope-what else doth make the strength
And majesty of woman?
I ask thee for my home, my fate, my all!
Where is my husband?
O, mercy, mercy! Save him, restore him, father! Art thou not The Cardinal King? the lord of life and death, Art thou not Richelieu ?
Yesterday I was;
To-day a very weak old man; to-morrow,