I heard a rumour which greatly displeased me and troubled my peace of mind extremely. Is it true?... There lies the great hero; and truly, in death he seems even more insignificant than he was--as insignificant as one of the most insignificant. Yet mourn with me! We have had a great loss. Even if ambition urge you on with a double spur, many a fine day will come and go before his like will be born to us.
(The Marshal _clears his throat softly_.)
May his courtliness, too, be pleasantly remembered! After his campaign he always brought back to his Queen the best of the splendid spoil of his booty. That touched my royal heart and will be cited as a glorious example. And yet now to you ... What did they say to me? It sounds almost untrue and unnatural: are you the David of our Goliath? I use the term "Goliath" only figuratively. For though we are mourning at his bier, it cannot be said that he was a giant. Yet we know his disposition was haughty. (The Marquises _eagerly assent_.) Surely he broke in upon you in sudden anger? You are silent out of generosity. So I will graciously forgive this fault and another fault too. (The Painter _clears his throat softly. She stretches out her hand to him, which he kisses_.) And be not grieved! (_To_ The Marquises.) Does not what has happened seem almost like a judgment of God?
It is true! Here a higher power has been at work.
Pardon me, your Majesty! The Marshal is laughing.
Is he laughing? Is he laughing? (_Silence_.)
Madam, forgive me! In the fight a sudden fainting fit overcame me.
(_Pointing at_ The Painter's _sword lying on the floor_.) And what is this blood? (_Movement by_ The Painter.)
Until the return to my senses relieved me (_with emphasis_) of _this_ trouble and _another_ trouble.
(_Quickly collecting herself. Sharply_.) My congratulations, sir! And my sympathy as well! What has happened to you gives me unspeakable distress. The court atmosphere is indeed rather close, and seems insupportable to great conquerors; which often betrays itself in wrong fancies and swoons. Therefore I am obliged to exercise my power as Queen, and protect your good health against danger. Jean, announce me to his Majesty! (_Exit_ Jean _on the left_. The Queen, _punishing_ The Painter _with a glance of unspeakable scorn, follows slowly. The two Maids of Honour go after her_.)