FIRST JUDGE Death to-night! COUNT LOUIS Nightshade, mandrake, and hemlock o’er ye wave!— But I am going where, I make no doubt, The favourite flower is still the fleur-de-lis! THE CROWD Ah! COUNT LOUIS And the word forbid is _république_! THE CROWD Down! down! COUNT LOUIS Princes and peers of France! FIRST JUDGE Have done! COUNT LOUIS Anjou, Lorraine! THE CROWD Ah—h—h! COUNT LOUIS Bourbon and Valois! [_Uproar in the hall._ MLLE. DE CHÂTEAU-GUI _clings to her father’s arm_. Forbidden words! Well, well, my child, I’m done! My breath is out.—Forbidden words! Ma foi! ‘Tis to my taste to deal in contraband! [_The First Judge rings the bell violently. The tumult subsides._ A GAOLER Château-Gui, take place beside the priest! THE ABBÉ Ah, Monsieur le Comte! COUNT LOUIS Monsieur l’Abbé! [_He offers his snuff-box._ FIRST JUDGE The next. _Enter_ YVETTE. _The crowd murmurs as it makes way._ THE CROWD Yvette Charruel! A MAN Goddess of Reason! [YVETTE _mounts the stair to the gallery and sits beside_ SÉRAPHINE. CÉLESTE So pale! ANGÉLIQUE No rose? NANON Only her lips are red. CÉLESTE So heavy-eyed? YVETTE I have not slept. A YOUNG GIRL (_near her_) Oh, oh, Thy voice! ‘Tis like a violin playing! ANGÉLIQUE I know thou didst not sleep.—How looked the Loire Beneath the moon last night? YVETTE Much as ‘twill look Beneath the moon to-night. [_With her chin upon her hand she studies the throng below._ SÉRAPHINE The prisoners— YVETTE Who rises there?