(_He hands the key to the old man, who puts
himself at the head of the first squad._)
Bacqueur.
MADAM BACQUEUR--No, no.
JARDIN--Capet.
(_The two men put themselves at the head of the
second and third squads._)
JARDIN--March!
MADAM BACQUEUR--(_Holding out her child._) Husband!
(_They pass out, left. Madam Bacqueur looks after
them for a while, then lifts her skirt to her
eyes and sobs aloud._)
RACHEL--Where are they going, child?
JARDIN--Line up now, men.
We'll strike the front. Women, pray that the saints
May bring the monk to see this devil burn,
And send the old warlock down. He will breathe hard,
I slit his entrails once and put this foot
On his big chest.
(_As he goes along lining up the men with his
sword, the church door opens and, pale and_
_emaciated, the monk Oswald appears._)
FIDELE--Clotilde! Auntie! Rosa!