— Be so good as to leave the cabin so I may dress.
— You're not at Court now, Madame. This is a ship captained by a man whom the King condemned to death.
— Like a thief.
— Yes. And because of a woman like you. She made me steal from the treasury. She took the spoils before denouncing the thief. And I loved her.
— Why are you telling me?
— You're a woman.
— You're drunk.
— No, I'm mad! I'll make you pay for all those who suffered for your beauty, who wished for a glance from you, who prayed God that you would drop your kerchief, that they might pick it up from the dust in your wake.
