LUCILE [_her cheek against the window, and one arm about_ CAMILLE'S _neck_]. Don't you believe in God? CAMILLE. Not yet. LUCILE. What do you mean? CAMILLE. We are creating Him now. Tomorrow, if I can believe in what my heart tells me, there will be a God: Man. [LUCILE _closes her eyes and sleeps._ CAMILLE _says quietly_]. Lucile!--She's asleep. ROBESPIERRE [_coming across the street and catching sight of_ CAMILLE]. You're still here? CAMILLE. Sh! ROBESPIERRE. You forget your duty. [CAMILLE _points to_ LUCILE.--ROBESPIERRE _lowers his voice and looks at_ LUCILE.] Poor child! [_He stands still a moment, looking at the pair. The sound of nearby drums awakens_ LUCILE. _She catches sight of_ ROBESPIERRE _and quickly jumps up._] LUCILE. Oh! CAMILLE. What's the matter, Lucile? He is our friend Maximilien. ROBESPIERRE [_bows to_ LUCILE]. Didn't you recognize me? LUCILE [_still trembling_]. You frightened me! ROBESPIERRE. I beg your pardon. CAMILLE. You're trembling. LUCILE. I'm cold. Good-by, Camille. I'm so tired. I must go to sleep. [CAMILLE _smiles at her and blows a kiss._ ROBESPIERRE _bows. She disappears, after bowing to the men. The dawn has come, and the shy behind the Bastille is richly colored. In the midst of the far-off shouting are heard the first stray fusillades_] ROBESPIERRE [_turning toward the noise_]. Come, now. No more love today. [_He goes out._] CAMILLE [_descending from the barricade_]. No more love? What then? Is it not love that now arouses this city, swelling every breast, and sacrificing the vast harvest of humanity? Oh, my love, you are not narrow and selfish, you bind me to these men with stronger bonds. You are everything, you embrace the whole world. It is not Lucile alone I love, but the universe. Through your dear eyes, I love all who love, who suffer, who are happy, who live, and who die. I love! I feel the sacred flame within me! It colors the eastern sky above the Bastille. The last shadows are gone, and this will go, too, this nightmare-shadow! [_The Bastille, monstrous and black, stands forth against the bright red shy. The voice of the cannon suddenly rends the silence, and reverberates above the confusion of the people in the distance, the fusillade, the bells, and the roll of the drums._ CAMILLE _smiles, and faces the Bastille, putting his finger to his nose._] The wolf howls, ha! Growl, show your teeth! You are doomed! Since the King likes hunting, let us hunt the King! ACT III