Someone (near cébès): He is dead.
Tête-d'or (turning towards the assembly): Who says that he is dead?
Someone: He is paler than any of us and his lips are discolored.
(The crowd recoils, leaving the king, with his brother beside him, in front, opposite tête-d'or. To the right and behind the king, the high prefect, the schoolmaster and the other officials of the Government, to the left the tribune of the people, the man out of office. A young man, with the group of women, stands close to tête-d'or.
Tête-d'or: Is it yet day?
The Young Man: Day?
A Woman: The sun is rising.
Tête-d'or: It rises!
—The pallid morn illumines the mud of the roads, And under the hedges the cabbage leaves and the flowers
Pour on the tawny earth their burden of rain.