[The car stops. Yvette rises.
The Crowd
Vive la déesse! Vive Yvette! (Lalain comes forward.) Vive Lalain!
Lalain
People of Nantes! Citoyens! Patriots!
Old things are past. To-day we welcome new.
Gone are the priests, gone is the crucifix;
Chalice and paten whelmed beneath the Loire!
Kings, princes, nobles, priests, all crumbled down!
Death on a pale horse hath ridden o’er them,