Upstage, a window with a grille. Stage left, a retable. On stage right, a door. Oh, if it is another of those Whitefriars who wish, above all, for me to beg God's forgiveness for having tried to save Angelotti, I emphatically refuse to see him. I beg you, Captain, spare me their useless entreaties and their lugubrious chanting.
Death is bad enough by itself without making it even sadder with such ceremonies.
It is not them, but someone it will no doubt be much more pleasurable to see. It is you who must forgive my anger, so unjust and so ungrateful, which I regret. Wait for them to leave. His Excellency, sir, did indeed give me orders that confirm all that Madame is saying. They will pretend to shoot you, for appearances' sake, you see.