No, in heaven's name!
They're bewitched.
LADY (turning to the Lieutenant). Here, Lieutenant: YOU'RE not
afraid of them.
LIEUTENANT (retreating). Keep off. (Seizing the hilt of the
sabre.) Keep off, I tell you.
LADY (to Napoleon). They belong to you, General. Take them.
GIUSEPPE. Don't touch them, excellency. Have nothing to do with
them.
LIEUTENANT. Be careful, General: be careful.
GIUSEPPE. Burn them. And burn the witch, too.
LADY (to Napoleon). Shall I burn them?
NAPOLEON (thoughtfully). Yes, burn them. Giuseppe: go and fetch a
light.
GIUSEPPE (trembling and stammering). Do you mean go alone--in the
dark--with a witch in the house?
NAPOLEON. Psha! You're a poltroon. (To the Lieutenant.) Oblige me
by going, Lieutenant.
LIEUTENANT (remonstrating). Oh, I say, General! No, look here,
you know: nobody can say I'm a coward after Lodi. But to ask me
to go into the dark by myself without a candle after such an
awful conversation is a little too much. How would you like to
do it yourself?
NAPOLEON (irritably). You refuse to obey my order?
LIEUTENANT (resolutely).
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