Strange men! How came our France to breed such creatures? They are Germans. Germans? No. I have known Prussians more French than this one. Who has wrought this change?
Hoche. Remember, there is still chance for coming to an understanding; in a short while, that chance will be lost. The moment you draw blood, it will be too late.
De Flue. You had better give this advice to your friends.
Hoche [with a shrug, to Julie]. Come, little pigeon, they refuse your olive branch. [He takes Julie on his shoulder.]
De Launey [to Hoche]. Nothing can conquer the Bastille. It may be surrendered, but never taken.
Hoche. It will be surrendered.
De Launey. And who will surrender it?
Hoche. Your evil conscience! [Hoche goes out with Julie, amid a general silence. No one thinks of stopping him.]
Vintimille [reflectively]. Our evil conscience!
De Launey [suddenly]. Well! Why did we let him go?
De Flue. He is still in the court.
De Launey. Run after him and stop him!
Béquart. Monseigneur, it is impossible.
The Pensioners [grunting assent]. He's an envoy.
De Launey. Impossible, you rascal! Envoy from whom?
Béquart [gravely]. The people.
