How thou art tamed, Yvette, Yvette Charruel!
Thou carest not now for France and liberty!
Yvette
It is not true! Thou knowest that I care!
Lalain
This sultry night I speak to patriot hearts
Of War, Dumouriez, Brunswick, Capet!
All Nantes will throng to hear me where I stand,
In the Church of Saint Jean, who’s now become,
From crypt to spire, one mighty Jacobin!