Go, Henri; your father was Marechal.

Be you more; be you Constable, Prince.

Go; you are young, noble, rich, brave, beloved--" "Beloved forever ?" said Henri.
"Forever; for life and for eternity." Cinq-Mars, tremulously extending his hand to the window, exclaimed: "I swear, Marie, by the Virgin, whose name you bear, that you shall be mine, or my head shall fall on the scaffold!" "Oh, Heaven! what is it you say ?" she cried, seizing his hand in her own.

"Swear to me that you will share in no guilty deeds; that you will never forget that the King of France is your master.

Love him above all, next to her who will sacrifice all for you, who will await you amid suffering and sorrow.