business (who was a gentleman of Anjou or of Maine,
and who to this effect ordinarily frequented this
prince’s house), discovered not a syllable of
this intelligence to any one whatever; but going the
next day to the St. Catherine’s Mount,—[An
eminence outside Rouen overlooking the Seine.
D.W.]—from which our battery played against
the town (for it was during the time of the siege),
and having in company with him the said lord almoner,
and another bishop, he saw this gentleman, who had
been denoted to him, and presently sent for him; to
whom, being come before him, seeing him already pale
and trembling with the conscience of his guilt, he
thus said, “Monsieur,” such an one, “you
guess what I have to say to you; your countenance
discovers it; ’tis in vain to disguise your
practice, for I am so well informed of your business,
that it will but make worse for you, to go about to
conceal or deny it: you know very well such and
such passages” (which were the most secret circumstances
of his conspiracy), “and therefore be sure,
as you tender your own life, to confess to me the
whole truth of the design.” The poor man
seeing himself thus trapped and convicted (for the
whole business had been discovered to the queen by
one of the accomplices), was in such a taking, he
knew not what to do; but, folding his hands, to beg
and sue for mercy, he threw himself at his prince’s
feet, who taking him up, proceeded to say, “Come,
sir; tell me, have I at any time done you offence?
or have I, through private hatred or malice, offended
any kinsman or friend of yours? It is not above
three weeks that I have known you; what inducement,
then, could move you to attempt my death?” To
which the gentleman with a trembling voice replied,
“That it was no particular grudge he had to
his person, but the general interest and concern of
his party, and that he had been put upon it by some
who had persuaded him it would be a meritorious act,
by any means, to extirpate so great and so powerful
an enemy of their religion.” “Well,”
said the prince, “I will now let you see, how
much more charitable the religion is that I maintain,
than that which you profess: yours has counselled
you to kill me, without hearing me speak, and without
ever having given you any cause of offence; and mine
commands me to forgive you, convict as you are, by
your own confession, of a design to kill me without
reason.—[Imitated by Voltaire. See
Nodier, Questions, p. 165.]—Get you gone;
let me see you no more; and, if you are wise, choose
henceforward honester men for your counsellors in
your designs.”—[Dampmartin, La Fortune
de la Coup, liv. ii., p. 139]