CASSIUS: O golden hope, most cherished violence, arriving at the end of our dreary day As the sunlight gains an added sweetness When it inundates old roofs after centuries of soot! Suffer this hand to touch you! O effulgent Autumn, guide us! _(He rises._ And now I stand again. And my cry is Forward! Let every man arise! Bring forth the chariots and the cannon! And let us go out from this wearisome ravine, that the wind of the open sky and the warmth of the sun may strike upon our faces! Space is free! The earth is flat like a field of beets in October, The world shall behold! And it shall be astonished! And like a perjured judge Passing sentence against itself, shall fall from its rotten judgment seat, While our trumpets through the fields shall blare so loudly That never from that day forth shall the clang of copper and bronze Be thought sonorous. TÊTE-D'OR: In the midst of the Earth there is a field And he who, from spurs to crest Wreathes himself with the fumiter and bluets that flower there, --By the plains and the amphitheatre of mountains, By the seas, by the swollen rivers and by the murmuring forests, Shall be hailed as King, Father, Stem of Justice, Throne of Thrift! --I turn my steps to a region where the drum is never silent, where the baldric is never turned, To a road that is bordered with fire, a place of brutal acts and terrible cries! I shall not fear! But I shall fare forth like the famine and the cyclone! Hate and Anger And Vengeance and the frenzied Image of Pain March before me, and Hope unveils its solemn face! Come! the time commands and the road will no longer be denied. I shall march! I shall fight! I shall crush the barrier beneath my conquering feet! I shall break the vain resistance like rotten wood! _(Enter the PRINCESS veiled in black._ What woman's shape is this that stands before me! Unveil! THE PRINCESS: O Father, are you here? TÊTE-D'OR: He is here. THE PRINCESS: Victorious Tête-d'or! My father bade me come to give you greeting! And if you ask why I wear this mourning veil that prevents my seeing you It is to honor you, like my native land Who has come before you and from whose darkened face you have removed the sombre veil. And I have learned that Cébès is no more. I salute you, victorious head! _(She removes her veil and looks at him._ _(TÊTE-D'OR stands, sword in hand and crowned, his feet on the wide robe of the KING. To his right, the BROTHER OF THE KING and the Magistrates of the republic. To his left the Representatives of the people. The bystanders make a hedge on both sides leaving a free passage to the door._ _(The PRINCESS slowly stretches out her arms and kneeling she kisses the ground, where she remains prostrate._ _(Two women lift her up clasping her under the arms and she stands before TÊTE-D'OR, her head bowed on her breast._ _(Silence._ THE SCHOOLMASTER (_weeping, to_ TÊTE-D'OR): Behold her, O King, and have pity!