Where lives the man who doth not worship Might? O Goddess All-in-All! make me thine own, As the bright moon did make Endymion; And I will rim thy Phrygian cap with stars, And give thee for thy cestus the tricolour! _Enter_ GRÉGOIRE. GRÉGOIRE Monsieur Lalain! LALAIN (_waving his hand_) My good Grégoire! GRÉGOIRE (_to the lackeys_) Despatch! Monseigneur will be here anon! [_He glances at the stones, etc._ Rubbish! Away with’t! [_Passing the statue of the nymph, he strikes it with his hand._ Will you forever smile? Stone lips that long have smiled at bitter wrong! You might, my dear, have lost that smile last night! FIRST LACKEY Last night was something like! SECOND LACKEY (_throwing the stones one by one into the shrubbery_) Sangdieu! last night My heart was water! GRÉGOIRE Ah, poltroon; your heart! THIRD LACKEY (_making play with a broken stick_) Our baron’s a swordsman! His rapier flashed! FIRST LACKEY _Keen as the blade of the Sieur de Morbec!_ —And that is a saying old as the sea! SECOND LACKEY _Hard as the heart of the Sieur de Morbec!_ —And that was said before the sea was made! [_They laugh._ THIRD LACKEY (_pointing to_ LALAIN) What’s he? GRÉGOIRE The advocate Rémond Lalain. THIRD LACKEY A patriot? GRÉGOIRE Hotter than Lanjuinais! THIRD LACKEY What does he at Morbec? GRÉGOIRE How should I know? His home was once within the village there, And now and then he visits the curé. FIRST LACKEY The curé! He visits Yvette Charruel! LALAIN (_as before_) Mirabeau and I were born in the south. Oh, the orange flower beside the wall! And the shaken olives when Mistral wakes! GRÉGOIRE Once they were friends, Baron René and he; The Revolution came between— FIRST LACKEY (_He sends a pike whirling into the shrubbery_) Long live The Revolution! GRÉGOIRE My friend, ‘twill live Without thy bawling! THIRD LACKEY (_arranging the bottles upon the small table_)