I see Hell gaping! What’s that man to thee? Death and damnation! Dost still gaze at him? Then to the winds, Irresolution! [_He turns to the crowd._ See, Patriots, see! The light of Reason dies! Out went the sacred flame beneath the eyes, The basilisk eyes of an Aristocrat! THE CROWD Away with him to prison! Death! The Loire! Death to the emigré! [_A rush toward the church steps._ DE VARDES _throws himself on guard_. YVETTE _comes between him and the mob_. YVETTE Back! THE MOB Ah—h—h! LALAIN Art mad? Stand from between the lion and his prey! DE VARDES (_to the mob_) Men of Nantes! leave women to one side! (_To_ YVETTE _with a gesture toward the car_.) Goddess of Reason! Mount Olympus waits! (_To_ LALAIN.) At last, Rémond Lalain! LALAIN René de Vardes! [_A man strikes at_ DE VARDES _with a long pike. His sword arm falls, and the sword rattles to the ground. A shout of triumph from the mob._ THE MARQUISE’S _cry from the pillar is not heard. The mob moves forward._ YVETTE Back, back, I say! You’ll do no murder here! What! One man against a score!—All Bretons! THE MOB Death to the emigré! DE VARDES Not emigré! Good folk, I’ve been in prison in La Force. Released, I journeyed home to Brittany! A MAN Thou’lt journey farther yet, Aristocrat! ANGÉLIQUE Thy boat shall travel down the Loire! YVETTE Shall it? Shall it, indeed, thou gold-locked leprous woman! _Thy_ bark shall be sucked down by black Ahès! I see three Vannetois!—big Rubik, Yann, And Rivarol who won the singer’s prize! À moi, Vannetois!—Who is that standing there? Huon! Rememberest thou the fields at dawn? Rememberest thou the dim green hazel copse? Rememberest thou one Pardon of Sainte Anne? A PEASANT Yvette! YVETTE The sun went down, the stars shone out; We wandered round the wreckage of a ship; Beneath a shell we found a golden coin. Rememberest thou, Hervé the Cornouillaise? A BRETON SAILOR Yvette! YVETTE