YVETTE (_She rises_) _God and the King!_ [_Uproar in the hall. All turn toward the gallery._ A JUDGE Who cried that? A BRETON SAILOR Sainte Vierge! Yvette Charruel! LALAIN No! DE VARDES Mon Dieu! THE CROWD Yvette— Yvette Charruel! SÉRAPHINE Saint Servan! Saint Linaire! YVETTE I denounce the Citoyen Rémond Lalain! THE CROWD Ah!— NANON Ah, let me get at her! LALAIN Citoyens! Heed her not—she’s mad!—The next prisoner! YVETTE I denounce Carrier and Lambertye! Chicanneau, Sarlat, Petit-Pierre, and Gaye, The Company of Marat, the hideous deaths, The Noyades and the Dragonades of Nantes! I tell you that the blood you shed must stop! One cannot sleep at night with thinking on’t. You put to sleep, O God! too many! THE CROWD Ah!— A VOICE There is no God! nor ever was in Nantes! ANOTHER VOICE She has spoken against the Republic! YVETTE There was a glory in the morning sky, Where now is naught but miserable red! A trumpet blew, but we have listened since To the false jingle of a tambourine! There stood a mighty judge, robed, calm and proud, Where is he now? I see but murderers! A VOICE But murderers! YVETTE I denounce the Republic! [_Uproar._ THE CROWD Oh, harlotry!—No, blasphemy!—Down, down! The Bar! the Judgment Bar!—The river!—Death! The Loire! YVETTE I am coming. [_She descends the stair. Men and women clutch her and thrust her forward to the bar._ I am here! I am Yvette, called Right of the Seigneur. My mother was the peasant girl, Yvonne; My father was the Baron of Morbec. I am tired of _Ça ira, Carmagnole_, I would sleep with the Loire for my pillow! THE CROWD Ah—h—h! LALAIN A head beside thine on that pillow! DE VARDES Mon Dieu! YVETTE Perhaps, Citoyen! A VOICE