JULES BACQUEUR-- Here.
(_He comes forward to the edge of the street._)
HUGH CAPET-- (_Following him._)
And Lisette found a big bird in her yard
With a broken wing, blown in here miles and miles,
From the Holy Land or Joppa or some sea.
JULES BACQUEUR-- (_Pointing right._)
Look at those yew trees in the church yard there.
Bless God, they've pulled up dead mens' skulls. (_A pause._)
HUGH CAPET--And those men there--?
BACQUEUR-- Are filling up the graves.
And where's the cross? (_A pause._)
HUGH CAPET-- Not on the steeple? Say,
That monk--There's something up. When dead men's bones
Are thundered over in the night, and graves
Ungorge like that with wind, strange birds, and things--
VOICE-- (_Left._)
Who is that shouting?
HUGH CAPET-- Don't know.
BACQUEUR-- How's Jardin?
JACQUES--(_Entering._) Eh?
HUGH CAPET--He didn't hear you.
JACQUES-- What's he shouting for?
BACQUEUR--The storm tore up the dead last night.
HUGH CAPET-- The abbey's
Blown down, perhaps, or-- Come on. Hurry, men.