The Goddess of Reason 27
THE MARQUISE
_À moi, Monsieur le Baron de Morbec!_
DE VARDES
La belle Marquise!
[_He forces his way to the side of_ THE MARQUISE.
SÉRAPHINE (_from the church porch_)
Saint Yves le Véridique!
THE MOB
Both! Both!
A TRICOTEUSE
To prison with them!
ANOTHER
To the Loire!
Ho! ho! _Les Noces Républicaines!_
[_The mob surges forward, but with his sword_ DE
VARDES _keeps a clear space about him and_ THE
MARQUISE. _They move slowly backward to the
church steps, which they mount._
DE VARDES (_to_ THE MARQUISE)
We’ll smile and die!
THE MARQUISE
Together, yes!
THE MOB
Down! Down! Aristocrats!
[DE VARDES _sends a knife whirling from the hand of
a red cap_.
DE VARDES
Follow! Follow!
(_To_ THE MARQUISE.) I have been long in prison.
THE MARQUISE
In England I!—And there I pined for France—
This sunshine dazzles me—
DE VARDES
Clarice-Marie!
[_Trumpets within._
SÉRAPHINE
Hark! Hark, Citoyens, to the trumpets blowing!
THE MOB
She comes! Nantes’ goddess comes!
[_Faces appear at the windows of the tall houses._
A TRICOTEUSE
The windows fill!
[_The rolling of drums._
ANOTHER TRICOTEUSE
The drums begin to roll!
A MAN
Citoyens, all!
We’ll see best by the statue there!
ANOTHER (_pointing to_ DE VARDES _and_ THE
MARQUISE)
But these?—
THE FIRST
They’re safe! Let them await our pleasure! Peste!
We waited once on theirs!
A THIRD
That’s true!
[_The mob divides. Men and women cluster about
the base of the statue or upon the doorsteps of the
surrounding houses. Enter men with banners._
THE MOB
Look! Look!
The painted banners! _Vive la patrie!_
SÉRAPHINE (_to_ THE MARQUISE)
Hist!
Hist, madame! behind the pillar there!
[_She points to the pillar of the church._
DE VARDES
Go!
[THE MARQUISE _conceals herself behind the pillar.
A crash of music._
_Enter_ LALAIN _and_ NANON.
LALAIN
No blood to-day! I’d have clean sleep to-night,
Pure sleep and sweet, in which to dream of love!—
Hast seen her in her mantle blue?
NANON
Who stands
So steadfast there with a drawn sword?
LALAIN
Diable!
[_He makes as if to cross to the church steps, where_
DE VARDES, _sword in hand, stands with his back
against a pillar. The crowd comes between._
NANON
Patience, he’ll not escape!
LALAIN (_with affected indifference_)
It is as well,—
To her he’s but a ci-devant, and he,
O fool! shall see in her the Revolution!
Then, then, when she has passed, I’ll deal with him!
[_Singing within._
A VOICE
_With sandals on her feet,
The Phrygian cap so red
Upon her sunny head,
She comes, she’s coming sweet!
Reason, to whom we pay
All homage on this day!_
THE CROWD
The singers! The actors!
[_Enter actors and actresses of the Theatre of Nantes, dressed
as for the stage, and carrying garlands of paper flowers._
AN ACTOR
Way for Tartufe!
The Citizen Jourdain, Phèdre, Célimène,
Acaste, Armide, Aucassin, Nicolette!
Make way! Make way!
THE SINGER
_Upon her lofty car
She sits in solemn state!
Of day the lovely mate,
Of night the shining star!
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