Here, Sergeant, range them here, Upon the terrace! And take the great chair, De Vardes! Ma foi! We will teach them, the rogues! Monsieur l’Anglais, have you peasants at home Plague you at times?—Word of a gentleman! It seems like old days and Henri again! [_The soldiers thrust their prisoners forward with the butts of their muskets._ A MAN Monseigneur! ANOTHER Monseigneur! A WOMAN Madame la Marquise! My father was your father’s foster brother! THE MARQUISE Is that a reason you should burn châteaux? A YOUNG WOMAN Where’s Yvette Charruel? YVETTE Here, Angélique! SÉRAPHINE (_aside to_ ANGÉLIQUE) Of course! Betray the girl! I knew you would. AN OLD WOMAN Yvette said God would have mercy! I faint— DE VARDES (_to_ GRÉGOIRE) Give her wine! A PEASANT See! There is Rémond Lalain! LALAIN Patience, compatriot! Thursday I speak In the Jacobins! ANGÉLIQUE Ah, monseigneur! Ah, monseigneur, there’s she who led us here! There’s she who said the shadow of Morbec Blackened the land as sin blackens the soul! THE GUESTS Ah!— ANGÉLIQUE That same Yvette, who said, monseigneur, That delving the earth, the peasants of France In a long age had delved up a thought! THE GUESTS Ah!— ANGÉLIQUE She said that we were never born to starve! She said the seigneur’s dues were all _infâme_! THE GUESTS Ah!— THE VIDAME Burn the witch! DE VARDES Have you done? ANGÉLIQUE Monseigneur, She said the forest deer, the hare, the birds, Were just as much the peasant’s as the lord’s! THE ENGLISHMAN What? What? ANGÉLIQUE She said the saints they wished no tithes! THE ABBÉ I give her up! ANGÉLIQUE Monseigneur, monseigneur, She said that all our hope was the tricolour! DE BUC O lilies of Bourbon! SÉRAPHINE (_to_ ANGÉLIQUE) Thou little beast! ANGÉLIQUE (_shrilly_)