Jardin— Wait.
The Boy—See it! See it flash! It's a dagger!
Jardin— Men!
Jacques Sar— Men!
Jardin— Stop them, Bacqueur! Knock them down!
Bring those fools back.
(Hugh Capet, out in the street, waves with his arm. The men who rushed out, right, return sulky.)
One of Them—Who is the coward now?
Another—Hush, Noel.
Another— Let's have no trouble, men.