Ah, but red Becomes you! YVETTE Yes! SÉRAPHINE Monseigneur’s gone from Nantes. Yes, faith! I saw him ride away— YVETTE He’s gone! Rememb’rest thou that lady fair and proud, Madame la Marquise de Blanchefôret? SÉRAPHINE Ho! (_To_ NANON.) Rememb’rest thou the Citoyenne Blanchefôret? NANON The proud piece! We are mire beneath her feet! Last eve her coach threw mud upon my gown! Let her beware! One day she’ll walk afoot. Let her beware! And let him too beware Who rode last eve beside her golden coach! YVETTE Ha, ha! ha, ha! [_Music and voices in the street. Impatient knocking at the door in the wall._ VOICES Holà, Aristocrats! Nanon! Séraphine! NANON Our friends await us. SÉRAPHINE We have business with the smith upon the quai, Where by the old dovecot he fashions pikes! VOICES _Allons, enfants de la patrie!_ NANON Come, come away! We’ll leave the nun alone To say her beads for black Aristocrats! How triste to be for aye in prison here! YVETTE (_angrily_) Prison! I am no prisoner, I! NANON Then come with us into the merry streets! SÉRAPHINE ‘Twill be a heavy storm—all are within. How easy ‘twere to slip away with us! YVETTE No, no! VOICES Citoyennes! Citoyennes! NANON Ma’m’selle! YVETTE Ma’m’selle! NANON Aristocrat! YVETTE Aristocrat! SÉRAPHINE Well—kept by an Aristocrat— YVETTE You lie. SÉRAPHINE (_angrily_) Saint Yves! I lie! Do I? O Seigneur Dieu! This is Yvette, the herd girl of Morbec! This is Yvette, the daughter of Yvonne! This is that same Yvette who swore one day That rather would she meet the blight of hell Than take one favour from a seigneur’s hand! Once you were hungry! Go you hungry now? You went in rags. Where is your ragged gown? Barefoot—what’s that about that throat of thine? I swear it is a jewel!—and we pine For bread, we women of the Revolution!