"If you do not go in and hide your ugly face they shall break their instruments over your head." "Let the man alone, brother," said Henri, "the fact is, he must be very much astonished." "Oh! but if we get up a quarrel, perhaps she will look to see what is the matter; we will burn his house down, if necessary." "No, for pity's sake, brother, do not let us force her attention; we are beaten, and must submit." Chicot, who heard all, was mentally preparing the means of defense, but Joyeuse yielded to his brother's request, and dismissed the pages and musicians.
Then he said to his brother, "I am in despair; all conspires against us." "What do you mean ?" "I have no longer time to aid you." "I see now that you are in traveling dress; I did not remark it before." "I set off to-night for Antwerp, by desire of the king." "When did he give you the order ?" "This evening." "Mon Dieu!" "Come with me, I entreat." "Do you order me, brother ?" said Henri, turning pale at the thought.
"No; I only beg you." "Thank you, brother.

If I were forced to give up passing my nights under this window." "Well ?" "I should die." "You are mad." "My heart is here, brother; my life is here." Joyeuse crossed his arms with a mixture of anger and pity.

"If our father," he said, "begged you to let yourself be attended by Miron, who is at once a philosopher and a doctor ?" "I should reply to my father that I am well and that my brain is sound, and that Miron cannot cure love sickness." "Well, then, Henri, I must make the best of it.

She is but a woman, and at my return I hope to see you more joyous than myself." "Yes, yes, my good brother, I shall be cured--I shall be happy, thanks to your friendship, which is my most precious possession." "After your love." "Before my life." Joyeuse, much touched, interrupted him.
"Let us go, brother," said he.
"Yes, brother, I follow you," said Du Bouchage, sighing.
"Yes, I understand; the last adieux to the window; but you have also one for me, brother." Henri passed his arms round the neck of his brother, who leaned down to embrace him.
"No!" cried he.

"I will accompany you to the gates," and with a last look toward the window, he followed his brother.
Chicot continued to watch.