You yourself saw—Don't you recognize me, Contat? [She nods.] Do you really hate me? [She nods as before.] Speak to me? Won't you say a word? [He attempts to touch her, but she pulls back, and struggles again with the soldiers, who hold her hands. She then falls back in a sort of epileptic fit, screaming and moaning. They carry her off. Her cries are still heard. Outside, the People are screaming.]
De Launey [in consternation]. She's like a wild animal. You would not recognize her.
Vintimille. She is not herself. Something strange and new is in her: the poison of that mob. It's too disgusting. I can't understand it. It's like a wind of bestiality blown from the monstrous part of humanity. [The Swiss Guards descend from the towers with De Flue.]
De Launey [very much excited, goes to meet De Flue]. What have you done? What have you done?
De Flue [fuming]. By God, I did what you told me to do! You ordered me to smash them, and I have smashed them. It seems you've changed your mind, and you want peace. What the devil do you want me to do?
De Launey. We're lost now.
De Flue. Lost? [He shrugs his shoulders, and motions to his Guards to roll the cannon into position.]
Béquart and the Pensioners. What are you doing?
The Swiss Guards. Three volleys and the court will be empty.
