The Goddess of Reason 29
[_He turns to the crowd._
See,
Patriots, see! The light of Reason dies!
Out went the sacred flame beneath the eyes,
The basilisk eyes of an Aristocrat!
THE CROWD
Away with him to prison! Death! The Loire!
Death to the emigré!
[_A rush toward the church steps._ DE VARDES
_throws himself on guard_. YVETTE _comes between
him and the mob_.
YVETTE
Back!
THE MOB
Ah—h—h!
LALAIN
Art mad?
Stand from between the lion and his prey!
DE VARDES (_to the mob_)
Men of Nantes! leave women to one side!
(_To_ YVETTE _with a gesture toward the car_.) Goddess of Reason! Mount
Olympus waits!
(_To_ LALAIN.) At last, Rémond Lalain!
LALAIN
René de Vardes!
[_A man strikes at_ DE VARDES _with a long pike.
His sword arm falls, and the sword rattles to the
ground. A shout of triumph from the mob._ THE
MARQUISE’S _cry from the pillar is not heard. The
mob moves forward._
YVETTE
Back, back, I say! You’ll do no murder here!
What! One man against a score!—All Bretons!
THE MOB
Death to the emigré!
DE VARDES
Not emigré!
Good folk, I’ve been in prison in La Force.
Released, I journeyed home to Brittany!
A MAN
Thou’lt journey farther yet, Aristocrat!
ANGÉLIQUE
Thy boat shall travel down the Loire!
YVETTE
Shall it?
Shall it, indeed, thou gold-locked leprous woman!
_Thy_ bark shall be sucked down by black Ahès!
I see three Vannetois!—big Rubik, Yann,
And Rivarol who won the singer’s prize!
À moi, Vannetois!—Who is that standing there?
Huon! Rememberest thou the fields at dawn?
Rememberest thou the dim green hazel copse?
Rememberest thou one Pardon of Sainte Anne?
A PEASANT
Yvette!
YVETTE
The sun went down, the stars shone out;
We wandered round the wreckage of a ship;
Beneath a shell we found a golden coin.
Rememberest thou, Hervé the Cornouillaise?
A BRETON SAILOR
Yvette!
YVETTE
Baptiste! Michael! Monik! Ronan!
How loudly rang the bells of Quiberon!
To beat of drum we danced beside the sea!
YOUNG MEN
Ho, ho! That day!
YVETTE
Eh, who spoke to us there,
Of glory, of France, and of Liberty?
Citoyen Deputy Rémond Lalain!
Red wine he gave to you, to me a flower!
Mon Dieu! I was so proud—
LALAIN
Yvette!
YVETTE (_to an old woman_)
Margot!
‘Twas I who watched with thee one stormy night
When all thy seven sons were out at sea!
THE OLD WOMAN
Ay, ay, and they came safely home to me!
YVETTE (_to a child_)
O little Jeanne, where is the doll I gave thee?
THE CHILD
Here!—‘tis named ‘Toinette!
A WOMAN (_with the child_)
She has another
Named Yvette!
YVETTE (_to a band of young women_)
Fifine, Laure, and Veronique!
The moon shone bright, there was no wind at all,
Below the heights the violet shadows slept,
All sweetly smelled the gorse and white buckwheat,
And dewy was the grass beneath our feet,
And wet with dew the poppies in our hair!
There came a sound of singing from the sea,
Our hands we linked, we sped around Tantad,
Fair shone the moon—
A YOUNG GIRL
Oh, Eves of Saint John!
A BRETON
_Iou! Iou! An Tan! An Tan! An Tan!_
SÉRAPHINE
Saint Ronan! Saint Primel!
THE CROWD
Yvette! Yvette!
Yvette Charruel!
YVETTE
O folk of Nantes!
There is a thing I want so badly, I!
Call it a fairing from the Fête of Reason,
And give the trifle to the poor Yvette,
The poor Yvette who’s done her best to please you!
Oh, I’ve music made for you to dance by,
And for you held on high the great tricolour;
And in the night-time sung to you of dawn!
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