Ah, curse her not! She knew not what she did!
The Marquise
Alas! Alas!
Grégoire
The Citoyenne L’Esparre!
The Marquise
The women go—He’ll call my name! Ah, look!
The purple saints within the windows there,
See how they wave their palms and smile at me!
They wave their palms, they strike their golden harps,