DESMOULINS. The prisoners of the Bastille. Look at their clothes. We have come to free them!
THE PEOPLE [doubtfully]. They're enemies!
HULIN. There are no more enemies.
JULIE [on HOCHE'S shoulders, carrying a branch, extends her arms to the People, and shouts]. Be merciful to our friends, our friends the enemy.
THE PEOPLE [laughing]. Hear the little one!
HOCHE [putting her down on a cannon, whence she dominates the crowd]. Shout, child: "All brothers, all friends."
JULIE. Brothers! Brothers!
THE PEOPLE. We are all brothers! She's right!
DE LAUNEY. Long live the People!
THE PEOPLE. Long live the ancient glory!