I am coming.
[She descends the stair. Men and women clutch her
and thrust her forward to the bar.
I am here!
I am Yvette, called Right of the Seigneur.
My mother was the peasant girl, Yvonne;
My father was the Baron of Morbec.
I am tired of Ça ira, Carmagnole,
I would sleep with the Loire for my pillow!
The Crowd