Scene 1. Same room at night. A score or more of peasant men and women, and half as many revolutionists assembled. They are singing as the curtain rises.
Hark, brothers, hark!
[Knock, knock, knock!]
What do you here,
Knocking in the cold?
Red are your hands,
Frozen are your feet,
[Knock, knock, knock!]
What do you here,
Knocking in the cold?