There you stood, stammering, stupefied, annihilated.

One might have supposed the Bastille appeared before you, and that the gigantic Medusa had converted you into stone.

Is being in love conspiring?
You are in love with a woman whom the cardinal has caused to be shut up, and you wish to get her out of the hands of the cardinal.

That's a match you are playing with his Eminence; this letter is your game.

Why should you expose your game to your adversary?
That is never done.