By all the wrongs That both their houses through the ages long Have wrought us! By the blood that they have shed, The tears, the groans, the sweat, the servile knees, The bitter bread they gave us, and the cry From lonely graves of anguish and of wrath! By all the hunger and the freezing cold! By all the toil and all the hopelessness, The smitten cheek, the taunt, the burning heart! By all the Rights of all the Lords of Wrong! By _Corvée_ and _Gabelle_ and _Gibier_, _Quintaines_, _Milods_, _Ban d’Août_ and _Bordelage_, _Fouage_, _Leide_, _Corvée à miséricorde_, _Banvin_, _Chansons_, _Baiser des Mariées_! I do denounce these two Aristocrats: La Force’s prisoner, and the emigrée, La belle Marquise, the Hussar of the King, Citoyen Vardes, Citoyenne Blanchefôret! LALAIN So! THE MOB Away! Away! Prison! Death! The Loire! Down, down, Aristocrats. [_They close around_ DE VARDES _and_ THE MARQUISE. SÉRAPHINE Saint Maturin! Saint Corentin! Saint Jean! THE MARQUISE O bitter death! DE VARDES I am thy death, who thought to save thee so! [_The soldiers lay hands upon_ DE VARDES _and_ THE MARQUISE _and force them from the church steps and across the square_. THE MOB Away! A COMMISSIONER The nearest prison! A MAN That’s the Church Of Saint Eustache! A COMMISSIONER Away! They shall be judged By Carrier! THE MOB Carrier!—The Loire! YVETTE Ah! ANGÉLIQUE Ha, ha! _Le Mariage Républicain!_ YVETTE Quoi! ANGÉLIQUE Eh, they’re lovers, are they not? CÉLESTE The Loire shall marry them, the ci-devants! ANGÉLIQUE Yvette has made the wedding, eh, Yvette? THE MOB Ha, ha! _Le Mariage Républicain!_ [_Exeunt the mob, soldiers_, DE VARDES, _and_ THE MARQUISE, _guarded, etc._ VOICES (_within_) _Le Mariage Républicain!_ Ha, ha! YVETTE What have I done?— VOICES (_dying away_) Ha, ha! ha, ha! The Loire! YVETTE The Loire!—O God! _CURTAIN_ [Illustration] [Illustration]