VINTIMILLE. Money is not a small motive to vagabonds who have none. Can you give me a better motive?
LA CONTAT. Liberty.
VINTIMILLE. What is that?
LA CONTAT. I don't like your ironical smile. When you look at me that way, I don't know what to say. Even if I did, I shouldn't say it. It would be useless: you could never understand. You may at least listen, and watch.
THE PEOPLE [outside]. We want the Bastille!
VINTIMILLE [coldly]. Yes, it's curious, very curious.
DE LAUNEY [in consternation]. What the devil is urging those idiots on?
DE LAUNEY [looking with mingled interest and sympathy through the loop-holes in the gate]. Women —Priests!—Bourgeois!—Soldiers!—There, there's that little girl on Hulin's shoulders.—She's kicking her feet like a little devil!
DE FLUE [talking to the Swiss Guards], Good. They're caught in a trap now, between the walls. We can get at them from the towers.
DE LAUNEY. Clear the court! Smash them! [DE FLUE and the Guards run into the Bastille through the gate leading to the towers.]