START: COULMIER: The fire in the belfry has been doused. We quieted the horses in the stables. And the patients have all been firmly strapped back into their beds. Call me a fool, but I hope that you’ve summoned me this morning to relay good news.
DR. ROYER-COLLARD: You’re a fool.
[... …]
END: COULMIER: Knowing my disposition toward such cruel measures …
(DR. ROYER-COLLARD glares.)
Must you … Mustn’t we … Must I … I must …
(DR. ROYER-COLLARD clears his throat.)
I must have the key, sir. I’ve long since misplaced mine.
(DR. ROYER-COLLARD hands COULMIER the key.)
DR. ROYER-COLLARD: When you lay your head upon the pillow tonight, beg God’s forgiveness for the death of poor Madeleine. You shan’t have mine.

Doug Wright, Quills and other plays. Farrar, Straus and Giroux (Electronic