I love my sons too much to mollycoddle them.
There is no special time for hoping.
— You are all alone, Sire.
— I am the King.
Madame! You are quite impossible. But, whatever you do, never change.
— I adore Versailles, Sire.
— And the King?
— But, Sire, without the King, there would be no Versailles.
You are strange. Disloyal to the living, but faithful to a shade.
— Were it possible, I would have told him before now.
— So you knew all about Voisin?
— Of course. The Court is France. Without evidence, the King cannot act.
— Must I remind you that they are killing infants?
— Perhaps, by letting a few die, thousands more are saved. I shall inform him about the poison when the time is right, and everyone shall know. In the meantime, I beg you, leave Court.
— Never! I am a woman, and the life of even a single child means everything to me.
Fate was cruel to let us see each other. The reason I fled without speaking was because one word would have awakened so many things which should be left alone. Your life is in the open. Mine, henceforth, in the shadows. I can offer you nothing now. Forget me. Soon, perhaps, you will find a new destiny. Do not refuse it, I beg you. Stay alive for us, for our children. I take with me a piece of eternity, your smile as you slept.
— Perhaps he has changed. The Count of Peyrac you loved died at the stake.
— He could have lost his rank and fortune but remained himself.
— Perhaps. But in the meantime you married Plessis-Belliere.
— I thought he was dead. He had died, and I was but a woman.
— He loved no ordinary woman, but Angelique!
— Life is leaving my body, but my wits remain. The King loves my wife.
— What?
— Yes. The King of France wants the only possession I am unable to relinquish, my wife. But, Sire, I too love Angelique. And since I cherish my King more than my own life, existence had become too heavy a burden to bear.
— My friend.
— I pray Your Majesty will forgive me for being so brutally forthright. The only excuse is my present situation.
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