Thou mightst have had thy life— DE VARDES I? [_He laughs._ YVETTE Air! You hem me in, Citoyennes! Air! _De grâce!_ NANON The air is good enough for us, Yvette! ANGÉLIQUE Why do you grow so pale, so pale, Yvette? [YVETTE _takes from her hair the bonnet-rouge_. SÉRAPHINE Psst! Little fool! Put on the cap again! YVETTE It is too heavy! SÉRAPHINE Saint Yves! Put it on! DE VARDES The duel’s o’er; the night is drawing on; Dark is thy form against the crimson sky, Rémond Lalain! Stand further off, my foe! And now I think I see thee not at all, And that is well! I would forget thee quite. Live out thy life unto its sordid close! Live on, and in the future find the past! But while thou treadest earth touch not again That flower I spoke of! Touch it not, Lalain! LALAIN Draws on the night— DE VARDES I’ll bathe me in the Loire! Death has been ever called a River wide. This ford I fear not!—Soldier of the King, I’ll pass the stream, though cold, though cold and dark! The bivouac lights are shining through the trees, He waits within my tent, my General! FIRST JUDGE Death! SECOND JUDGE Death! DE VARDES Now sheath thy sword, Rémond! The field of honour leave to death and me! [_He crosses to the condemned._ COUNT LOUIS Monsieur le Baron! THE ABBÉ René de Vardes! DE VARDES Monsieur le Comte, Monsieur l’Abbé, again I find myself in best of company! [_The judges whisper together._ LALAIN, _his eyes upon the floor, drums upon the table with his hand_. YVETTE _unpins the tricolour cockade from her breast, gazes upon it for a moment, then throws it from her. The women about her watch her greedily._ SÉRAPHINE Name of a name! Yvette! YVETTE I like white best. SÉRAPHINE Saint Gildas! Saint Maudez! YVETTE I ever loved The fleur-de-lis! SÉRAPHINE Saint Yves le Véridique!