The crowd, which sees swords gleaming, and drops of blood flying in the air--the crowd falls back and crushes itself.

At length cries for mercy and of despair resound; that is, the farewell of the vanquished.

The two condemned are again in the hands of the archers.

D'Artagnan approaches them, seeing them pale and sinking: "Console yourselves, poor men," said he, "you will not undergo the frightful torture with which these wretches threatened you.

The king has condemned you to be hung: you shall only be hung.