The Goddess of Reason 48
THE VOICES
Ayez pitié!
[_From a group of the condemned is heard the voice
of_ THE ABBÉ.
THE ABBÉ
_Miserere mei Deus
Secundum magnam misericordiam tuam!_
THE CONDEMNED (_kneeling_)
Have mercy, O God!
VOICES FROM THE RIVER
Miséricorde!
[YVETTE _kneels_.
THE ABBÉ
_In manus tuas Domine commendo spiritum meum,
Redemisti me Domine Deus veritatis!_
THE CONDEMNED
O God, receive our souls!
VOICES FROM THE RIVER
Woe, woe! We die!
SOLDIERS
That one is swimming there! Your musket! Fire!—
[_A musket shot._
Ha, ha! Ha, ha!
THE ABBÉ
_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!
[_An old woman speaks to_ YVETTE.
THE OLD WOMAN
They’ve drowned my son, my sailor son Michel!
Oh, oh, my heart! he’s drifting out to sea!
YVETTE
Poor mother!
THE OLD WOMAN
Oh, to and fro he sailed, he sailed!
The Indies knew him and the Northern Seas!
He’d bide at home a bit, then off he’d go,
Another voyage make, strange things to see!
Then home he’d come and of his travels tell.
Oh, oh, my son, my sailor son Michel!
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