(The group rises almost to the height of the sun, which it obscures, then the tackle turns and the plank slowly descends to the earth. They alight.
A Captain (shouting and indicating the Standard with a gesture): Rend the silk from the ensign and tear the banner in two!
And take the staff and break it over your knee!
For now the eagle returns from a dolorous flight
Bearing the corpse of a man in its talons.
See what we bring, as we rise to this bleak and lofty place,
That here we may hold the rites of burial, on this portal of the world, at this place whence all the earth is visible.
Thus about this dead body we re-assemble like birds.
Begone from us, O sun!
Second: O Tête-d'or! O master! O King! O King!