_L’Orateur du Peuple!_ A FOURTH _Le père Duchesne! Le Père Duchesne!_ GRÉGOIRE (_stopping him_) Here!— [_He buys a paper._ And what to-day says Père Duchesne? THE HAWKER He says That Paris envies Nantes her Carrier! GRÉGOIRE Humph! A HAWKER _La Bouche de Fer!_ ANOTHER _Les Actes des Apôtres!_ A CITIZEN I’ll buy the _Actes_. ANOTHER I’ll buy the _Bouche de Fer_. [_Enter a man with a long brush and a pot of paste. He proceeds to cover the wooden base of the Statue of Liberty with placards._ THE CROWD The placards! The placards! A BRETON SAILOR I cannot read! [_He catches by the arm a man in a long cloak, with a broad hat pulled low over his face._ Prithee, Citizen, what says the placard? THE MAN IN THE CLOAK It says Duport is dead; Biron is dead; Barnave is dead. THE CROWD Ha, ha! Biron! Barnave! A MAN Through the little window they’ve looked at last! _À bas les Aristocrats! Vive la Guillotine!_ ANOTHER Ah, here in Nantes we drown them in the Loire! THE CROWD _Vive Carrier! Vive Lambertye! Vive Lalain!_ [_The man with the brush affixes a second placard._ THE BRETON And this, Citizen? THE MAN IN THE CLOAK D’Alleray is dead; Bailly is dead; Du Barry is dead. THE CROWD Ha! A WOMAN Ho! ho! The courtesan, she’ll kiss no more! THE CROWD She’ll kiss no more! [_The man with the brush affixes the third placard._ THE BRETON And this one, Citizen? THE MAN IN THE CLOAK (_reads_) _The Republic One and Indivisible. It is Decreed There is no God. To-day we worship Reason._ [_The crowd applauds._ A MAN In a red mantle! ANOTHER That’s the Paris Reason! Our Reason wears blue.