VINTIMILLE [_with a shrug_]. Ah, human reason, how frail thou art! Farewell, Monsieur de Vintimille. [_He breaks his sword._ GONCHON, _at his wits' end, pushed forward by the howling mob--among whom is distinguished the_ OLD FRUIT-SELLER_--fall upon_ VINTIMILLE, DE FLUE, _and their soldiers, dragging them off the stage with shouts and curses._] GONCHON. Rip them open! THE OLD WOMAN. Dogs of aristocrats! THE PEOPLE. Swiss pigs!--I know these fellows!--The old lame ones!--The enemy! Kill them! They fired on us! [HOCHE _and_ HULIN, _who try to stop the People, are brushed aside by them and thrown against a wall. In the midst of the hubbub,_ MARAT _is seen._] Long live Marat! MARAT. My children, what are you doing? THE WOMEN. Kill! Kill! MARAT. Kill them? What do you want? Would you eat them? [_Some of the crowd laugh._] HULIN. He knows how to handle them: amuse them! HOCHE. Where is the little girl? HULIN. The little girl? [HOCHE _runs out to look for_ JULIE.] DESMOULINS [_jumping into their midst_]. Stop, comrades, you're killing prisoners! THE PEOPLE [_stopping_]. The prisoners? DESMOULINS. The prisoners of the Bastille. Look at their clothes. We have come to free them! THE PEOPLE [_doubtfully_]. They're enemies! HULIN. There are no more enemies. JULIE [_on_ HOCHE'S _shoulders, carrying a branch, extends her arms to the People, and shouts_]. Be merciful to our friends, our friends the enemy. THE PEOPLE [_laughing_]. Hear the little one! HOCHE [_putting her down on a cannon, whence she dominates the crowd_]. Shout, child: "All brothers, all friends." JULIE. Brothers! Brothers! THE PEOPLE. We are all brothers! She's right! THE PENSIONERS. Long live the People! THE PEOPLE. Long live the ancient glory! THE PENSIONERS [_to_ JULIE]. You've saved us, little one! THE PEOPLE. She conquered you, too, comrades. The little mite took the Bastille. MARAT. You are our good conscience! THE PEOPLE. You are our little Liberty! [_They stretch out their arms. The women blow hisses to her_.] HOCHE [_clapping_ HULIN _on the shoulder_]. Well, Hulin? You everlasting doubter, are you at last convinced? HULIN [_wiping his eyes, but still a little obstinate_]. Yes, although--[_Laughter from_ HOCHE _and the People drown out the rest. He stops and laughs louder than the others. He looks about him, and catching sight of a statue of the King in a niche by the entrance to the court, he picks it up._] Down with you! Make way for Liberty! [_He throws the statue down, then runs to_ JULIE, _picks her up and puts her in the niche._] The Bastille fallen at last! I did it! We did it! We'll do a lot more, too! Let's clean the stables of Augias, rid the earth of its monsters, and strangle the lion of royalty. Our fists will lay low all despotism! Comrades, we shall forge the Republic! We've been held down too long, and now we're bursting our bonds! Roll on, oh, torrent of the Revolution!