_Dulcissime Domine Jesu Christe, Per virtutem sanctissimae Passionis tuae Recipe me in numerum electorum tuorum!_ THE CONDEMNED O Christ, receive our souls! O Christ who died! THE ABBÉ _Maria, Mater gratiae, Mater misercordiae, Tu me ab hoste protege, et hora mortis suscipe!_ THE CONDEMNED O mother of God! VOICES Miséricorde! THE ABBÉ _Omnes sancti Angeli, et omnes Sancti Intercedite pro me, et mihi succurrite!_ VOICES Miséricorde! SOLDIERS Petit-Pierre!—André! ‘Tis time for yonder folk beneath the trees! THE ABBÉ _Ego te absolvo a peccatis tuis, In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen!_ [_The condemned arise from their knees._ THE SOLDIERS Come your ways! [THE ABBÉ _and the condemned vanish into the mist upon the river bank_. VOICES Ayez pitié! [YVETTE _rises from her knees. She plucks the yellow broom that grows beneath the trees._ YVETTE And if I may I will her servant be, And I will bring her posies every day! THE VOICES We die! SOLDIERS So, two and two! Ha, ha! [_There appears in mid-stream on the river Carrier’s festal barge. It is lit from stem to stern. There is music aboard, singing and revelry of men and women._ LAUGHTER FROM THE RIVER Ha, ha! Ha, ha! Ha, ha! THE VOICES They laugh! They sing! [_A sound of singing from the passing barge._ A WOMAN’S VOICE _Fair Chloris bathed her in the flood, Young Damon watching, trembling stood, Behind the frailest hawthorn wall! The month was May—_ A MAN’S VOICE No, Prairial! THE WOMAN’S VOICE _Her ivory limbs they gleamed and turned, Young Damon’s heart so hotly burned, Into the stream he leaped therefor! It seemed July—_ THE MAN’S VOICE No, Thermidor! [_The barge passes._ VOICES FROM THE RIVER O hearts so hard! OTHER VOICES Oh, woe! Adieu! Adieu!