HOCHE. Brave man! And now, the people will not allow the Montagne Sainte-Geneviève to outwit us. Let Saint-Antoine not remain idle while Saint-Jacques does her share! Ring your bells, beat your drums, and call out the citizens. [_To the Electors and Deputies._] You, citizens, guard the Hötel de Ville, and see that no treachery is done. Take charge of the bourgeois! Now, we'll gag the beast. [_Points to the Bastille. Little_ JULIE _has meanwhile come from the house with her mother, and stands in the doorway. She then stands on a post to see better, and looks at_ HOCHE _in silent and passionate admiration._ HOCHE _looks at her and smiles_.] Well, little one, do you want to come, too? Consumed with envy, aren't you? [_She holds out her trembling arms to him, nodding, but says nothing._] Then come! [_He takes her on his shoulder._] THE MOTHER. You're mad! Put her down! You're not going to take her into the fight? HOCHE. She is sending us into the fight! She is our standard-bearer! THE MOTHER. Don't take her from me! HOCHE. You come, too, mother! No one should stay at home today. The snail must come forth from its shell. The whole city is freed from prison today. We leave nothing behind. This isn't an army at war, it is an invasion. THE MOTHER. Indeed, it is. If we must die, it's better to die all together. HOCHE. Die? Nonsense. You don't die when you expect death! [_The sky begins to brighten behind the houses and the solid mass of the Bastille._] At last! Day is breaking. The new day, the dawn of Liberty! JULIE [_who, seated on_ HOCHE'S _shoulders, has been all smiles, excited and quiet, and with a finger to her lips, begins singing one of the national songs of the day]:_ "Oh, come, Thou god of Liberty And fill our souls this day--" HOCHE [_laughing_]. Do you hear the little sparrow? [_The People laugh._] Come, then, with light hearts. Let us march ahead of the sun! [_He takes up_ JULIE'S _song, and begins marching. All the People join in the song. A little flute carries the air. Shouts and enthusiastic cheering resound; bells ring._ GONCHON _and his trembling Militia are urged on by the jeering crowd, among which_ LA CONTAT _and_ HULIN _are distinguished. Men and women come forth from, the houses and join the throng. A tempest of joy. As the People file off,_ DESMOULINS, _following them a way, returns, quickly mounts the barricade, goes to_ LUCILE'S _window, and looks in. During the rest of the act, the noise of the crowd is heard in the distance. A few people continue to come from the houses, but they pay no attention to the lovers._] CAMILLE [_in an undertone_]. Lucile! [_The window softly opens, and_ LUCILE _appears, then puts her arm about_ CAMILLE'S _neck._] LUCILE. Camille! [_They kiss._] CAMILLE. You were there! LUCILE. Sh! They're sleeping in the next room. I was hidden in there. I stayed all the while. I heard and saw everything. CAMILLE. Didn't you go to bed at all?