La Contat. I like her, and I will have you. Now, to battle! [She snatches a musket from one of the People, and declaims with great warmth, a few lines from "Cinna":
"Thou need'st fear no success which shames thy name!
For good and evil both are for thy glory,
And though the plot's reveal'd and thou dost die,
Thy honor's still intact. Think but of Brutus
And valiant Cassius, are their names obscured?
Did these two heroes perish with their plots?
Are they not honored with the greatest Romans?
. . . . . . .
Go, follow them, where honor bids you tread!"
She rushes into the arms of the People, who wildly applaud her.]
Hoche. Splendid! Let Corneille be our guide! Wave the torch of heroism before our eyes!
Hulin. Where are you going?
Hoche. Where are we going? [He raises his eyes, and looks at the house of little Julie who, partly dressed, leans out the window, excited and joyous.] Ask that little woman. I want her to give the answer which is in all our hearts. You innocent little one, be our voice, and tell us where we are going?
Julie [leaning far out of the window, but kept from falling by her mother,—shouting at the top of her voice]. To the Bastille!
The People. To the Bastille! [The Crowd is at the highest pitch of excitement. They gather into little groups—workingmen, bourgeois, students, and women.] The Bastille! The Bastille! Break the yoke! At last! Down with that stupid mass! Monu-
