animal! I thought I had to suffer, in order to enjoy riches. Now at last I understand. I want to live, I want to live! I'm sorry I'm so old. God Almighty, I want to make up for lost time! Get up, old fellow, to the Court! [The gun-carriage is pushed forward by the People, and the old woman, in her helmet and trappings, rides past in triumph.]
The People. On to the Court! On to Versailles! We've suffered too long! We want to be happy! We'll be happy!
Desmoulins [carrying a green branch]. The forest of Liberty has sprung up from the stones. Green leaves wave in the wind. The old heart of Paris will flower once again. Spring has come!
The People [bursting with joy and pride, all wave branches, and decorate themselves with green cockades, green ribbons, etc]. Free! The Heavens are free! [The sunset filters in through the draw-bridge opening, and bathes in purple the inner court of the Bastille and the People with their waving branches.]
Hoche. Sun, you may sleep now, for we have not wasted our day.
La Contat. Its dying rays paint the castle windows, the branches, the heads and little Liberty, a glowing red.
Hulin. Heaven announces the war.
Marat. Unlike Him who entered seventeen hundred years ago in the midst of branches, this little child has not come to bring us peace.
Desmoulins. There is blood on our hands.
