Yvette! She’s coming now! Bright as the star that’s highest in the night! And all the men have turned astronomers! Faith! ‘tis easy work to worship Reason, When Reason is a woman, and that fair! ANGÉLIQUE I’ve seen her gather seaweed on the shore! SÉRAPHINE And now she gathers hearts in her two hands. ANGÉLIQUE Oh! oh! NANON Would that my brother hated her! Disdainful prude! CÉLESTE Oh, love may turn to hate. She’s Goddess now, but wait, but wait, but wait! NANON I join my brother at the Olive Tree. Come, Angélique, Céleste! [_Exeunt_ NANON, ANGÉLIQUE, CÉLESTE. SÉRAPHINE Were’t not too late, I’d warn monseigneur just for old time’s sake! When all is said and done, old times are best; He gave us back Lisette, he fed us all— Eh! ‘twere a pity. What now? Who’s this? _Enter hurriedly_ THE MARQUISE. _She looks over her shoulder as if fearing pursuit, then, drawing her cloak and hood closely about her, attempts to cross the square unobserved. Enter a rabble of men and women._ THE MOB _Ah! ça ira, ça ira, ça ira! Les Aristocrats à la Lanterne. Ah! ça ira, ça ira, ça ira! Les Aristocrats on les pendra!_ A TRICOTEUSE She hides Her face. ANOTHER She draws her cloak about her! THE FIRST Ho! Her hand is white and there’s a jewel on’t! A MAN (_accosting_ THE MARQUISE) Citoyenne! THE MARQUISE Citoyen— THE MAN Citoyenne, come! Join our _ronde patriotique_, our _carillon_! THE MARQUISE Sainte Geneviève! THE MAN What? A WOMAN (_her hand upon_ THE MARQUISE) Where’s your cockade? ANOTHER WOMAN Show! THE MARQUISE _De grâce, Citoyennes!_ THIRD WOMAN The cloak! The cloak! [_They tear from_ THE MARQUISE _her hood and cloak_. A CHILD Oh, the pretty lady! THE MARQUISE I’ll give you gold! There, there!—My rings, my brooch—take all! Ah! let me peaceably depart—