VINTIMILLE. Oh, really? Speak for yourself!
BÉQUART. Oh, but you have everything to be desired.
VINTIMILLE. Do you envy me? Nothing in it, my boy.
BÉQUART. Nothing in it?
VINTIMILLE. Does that surprise you? You couldn't understand. Nothing! It is just the July sun—it makes me pessimistic.
A Swiss GUARD [entering from the other court—to DE LAUNEY]. Monseigneur, they are firing from the neighboring houses. Some of them are perched on the roofs.
DE FLUE. Well, knock them off. It's only child's play for marksmen like you. [Outside, HOCHE is heard singing the refrain of the song sung in the Second Act]:
"Oh, come, thou God of Liberty,
And fill our souls this day—"
Swiss GUARDS [outside]. Forward! To the Governor!
DE FLUE. What's the trouble?