When they are got together again and have marched out, there goes by on his horse a strange scarred old man with a foxy look, a swollen neck and head and a hunched figure. He is KUTUZOF, surrounded by his lieutenants. Away in the distance by other streets and bridges with other divisions pass in like manner GENERALS BENNIGSEN, BARCLAY DE TOLLY, DOKHTOROF, the mortally wounded BAGRATION in a carriage, and other generals, all in melancholy procession one way, like autumnal birds of passage. Then the rear-guard passes under MILORADOVITCH. Next comes a procession of another kind. A long string of carts with wounded men is seen, which trails out of the city behind the army. Their clothing is soiled with dried blood, and the bandages that enwrap them are caked with it. The greater part of this migrant multitude takes the high road to Vladimir. SCENE VII THE SAME. OUTSIDE THE CITY [A hill forms the foreground, called the Hill of Salutation, near the Smolensk road. Herefrom the city appears as a splendid panorama, with its river, its gardens, and its curiously grotesque architecture of domes and spires. It is the peacock of cities to Western eyes, its roofs twinkling in the rays of the September sun, amid which the ancient citadel of the Tsars--the Kremlin--forms a centre-piece. There enter on the hill at a gallop NAPOLEON, MURAT, EUGENE, NEY, DARU, and the rest of the Imperial staff. The French advance- guard is drawn up in order of battle at the foot of the hill, and the long columns of the Grand Army stretch far in the rear. The Emperor and his marshals halt, and gaze at Moscow.] NAPOLEON Ha! There she is at last. And it was time. [He looks round upon his army, its numbers attenuated to one-fourth of those who crossed the Niemen so joyfully.] Yes: it was time.... NOW what says Alexander! DARU This is a foil to Salamanca, sire! DAVOUT What scores of bulbous church-tops gild the sky! Souls must be rotten in this region, sire, To need so much repairing! NAPOLEON Ay--no doubt.... Prithee march briskly on, to check disorder, [to Murat]. Hold word with the authorities forthwith, [to Durasnel]. Tell them that they may swiftly swage their fears, Safe in the mercy I by rule extend To vanquished ones. I wait the city keys, And will receive the Governor's submission With courtesy due. Eugene will guard the gate To Petersburg there leftward. You, Davout, The gate to Smolensk in the centre here Which we shall enter by. VOICES OF ADVANCE-GUARD Moscow! Moscow! This, this is Moscow city. Rest at last!