Jardin—Till our old bodies rot, or see those peaks
Waved over with the banner of our Lord.
And you think you will live to see that chase.
You know what I would do if I were God?
(He draws his sword.)
Gabriel should pass over with his sword
And pierce some heart would bow all heads in tears.
Then you would go shouting up the mountains. And
If this keeps up, you mark me what I say,
Crosses will thicken out there on that grass.
(He points toward the churchyard. A man reaches out of the crowd and touches him on the leg.)
But eat and sleep, though. Feed your coward hearts.
Then die. And then what? Then the Judgment Day.
And after that, what? Hell.
(He stoops down and the man talks with him in an undertone.)
Bacqueur— Who is it's dead?
Jacques Sar—Dead? All of us, he says, an the hag lives.
Hugh Capet—He's right, too.
Madam Bacqueur—(Entering, right, and hurrying to the women.)