Shall I say the enervation? in which we were. One does not like that, once the panic is past.
He has overtaxed the people outrageously!
He is an adventurer,
A fellow picked off the streets! And as haughty as a god!
None are allowed to touch him and if any approach too near,
Men or women, he fetches them a rap on the head with his stick.
The people know their friends.
The Go-Between (making a gesture with his arm): This way!
(The tribune of the people goes out on the balcony and is seen speaking in the glow of the dawn.
(Bursts of applause from time to time. Uproar in the hall. Groups form here and there, one of them around the bed of cébès. Noise of a breaking pane in the upper story.