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Title: Richelieu:
Year: 1896 (1890s)
Authors: Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron, 1803-1873
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Publisher: New York, Dodd, Mead and company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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ir fingers end. — So be it, quoth the other, I will be there — Marion de Lormes—at midnight! RICHELIEU. I have them, man, — I have them ! JOSEPH. So they say Of you, my Lord; —believe me, that their plans Are mightier than you deem. You must employ Means no less vast to meet them! RICHELIEU. Bah! in policy We foil gigantic danger, not by giants, But dwarfs. The statues of our stately fortune Are sculptured by the chisel — not the axe ! Ah ! were I younger — by the knightly heart That beats beneath these priestly robes, I would Have pastime with these cut-throats ! —Yea, as when, Lured to the ambush of the expecting foe,— I clove my pathway through the plumed sea! Reach me yon falchion, Francois, — not that bawble For carpet-warriors, — yonder — such a blade As old Charles Martel might have wielded when He drove the Saracen from France. (FRANCOIS brings him one of the long two-handedswords worn in the middle ages. With thisI, at Rochelle, did hand to hand engage
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or, The Conspiracy. 89 The stalwart Englisher, — no mongrels, boy, Those island mastiffs, — mark the notch — a deep one — His casque made here, — I shore him to the waist! A toy — a feather — then ! (Tries to wield, and lets it fall. You see, a child couldSlay Richelieu, now. FRANCOIS (his hand on his hilt). But now, at your commandAre other weapons, my good Lord. RICHELIEU (who has seated himself as to write, lifts the pen). True, —This! Beneath the rule of men entirely great The pen is mightier than the sword. Behold The arch-enchanters wand ! — itself a nothing ! — But taking sorcery from the master-hand To paralyse the Caesars — and to strike The loud earth breathless ! —Take away the sword — States can be saved without it! (Looking on the clock. T is the hour, — Retire, Sir. (Exit Francois. \_A knock is heard. A door concealed in the arrasopens cautiously. Enter Marion DE Lorme. JOSEPH (amazed),Marion de Lorme ! 90 Richelieu : RICHELIEU. Hist! —Josep

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