One sees quite well that we have stood a siege!
[The lackeys gather up the stones, the sticks, the broken
and rusty tools and weapons.
Lalain
Where lives the man who doth not worship Might?
O Goddess All-in-All! make me thine own,
As the bright moon did make Endymion;
And I will rim thy Phrygian cap with stars,
And give thee for thy cestus the tricolour!
Enter Grégoire.