There would be a little glory in it then.

But even then, the world would laugh at you.
For you would be waging war against a lonely woman, a paralytic king, a prelate who is a man of peace.

What resistance could these three offer?
"But to gain your ends by treachery and deceit, to rob a man of his brains and heart, laughing the while in your sleeve; to break his life and make him curse all women, from Eve to you and the mother who bore him! Ah, Madame, let me plead with you.

Give him his liberty.

Let him go back and complete the task imposed on him.