The Dramas of Victor Hugo: Mary Tudor, Marion de Lorme, Esmeralda Part 51

The Dramas of Victor Hugo: Mary Tudor, Marion de Lorme, Esmeralda Part 51

SAVERNY.


I did! In fair return, Read that placard which hangs above your head.


DIDIER.


I?


SAVERNY.


You--if you can spell the alphabet.


DIDIER (_rising_).


It is the edict threatening duelists With gallows, be they n.o.bles or plebeians.


SAVERNY.


No, you mistake, my friend. You ought to know A n.o.bleman was never born to hang, And in this world, where we claim all our rights, Plebeians are the gallows only prey.


[_To the n.o.blemen._ These commoners are rude.


[_To Didier, with malice._] You dont read well; Perhaps you are near-sighted. Lift your hat, Twill give you more light. Take it off.


DIDIER (_overthrowing the table which is in front of him_).


Beware!


You have insulted me! Ive read for you; I claim my recompense! Ill have it, too!


I want your blood, I want your head, Marquis!


SAVERNY (_smiling_).


We must be fitted to our station, sir.


I judge him commoner, he scents marquis In me.


DIDIER.


Marquis and commoner can fight.


What do you say to mixing up our blood?


SAVERNY.


You go too fast, and fighting is not all.


I am Gaspard, Marquis de Saverny.


DIDIER.


What does that matter?


SAVERNY.


Here my seconds are!


The Count de Ga.s.se, n.o.ble family, And Count de Villac, family La Teuillade, From which house comes the Marquis dAubusson.


Are you of n.o.ble blood?


DIDIER.


What matters that?


I am a foundling left at a church door.


I have no name; but in its place, Ive blood, To give you in exchange for yours!


SAVERNY.


That, sir, Is not enough; but as a foundling, you May claim the right, because you might be n.o.ble.


It is a better thing to lift a va.s.sal Than to degrade a peer. You may command me!


Choose your hour, sir.


DIDIER.


Immediately!


SAVERNY.


Agreed!


Youre no usurper, that is clear.


DIDIER.


A sword!


SAVERNY.


You have no sword? The devil! that is bad.


You might be thought a man of low descent.


Will you have mine?


[_Offers his sword to Didier._ Well tempered and obedient!


[_LANGELY rises, draws his sword and presents it to Didier._


LANGLEY.


No; for a foolish deed, youd better take A fools sword! You are brave! Youll honor it!


[_Maliciously._] And in return, to bring me luck, pray let Me cut a piece from off the hanging-rope!


DIDIER (_bitterly, taking sword_).


I will.


[_To The Marquis._ Now G.o.d have mercy on the good!


BRICHANTEAU (_jumping with delight_).