BÉQUART. Monseigneur, it is impossible.
DE LAUNEY [grunting assent]. He's an envoy.
DE LAUNEY. Impossible, you rascal! Envoy from whom?
BÉQUART [gravely]. The people.
DE FLUE [to the Swiss Guards]. Arrest him!
BÉQUART and the PENSIONERS [to the Swiss Guards]. No, comrades, not that! Don't arrest him!
A Swiss GUARD [trying to pass]. That was the command.
BÉQUART and the PENSIONERS. Don't you dare go, or you'll have us to deal with!
VINTIMILLE [watching them, aside]. Ah, ha! [Aloud.] Good! [To DE LAUNEY.] Don't insist.
A Swiss GUARD [entering from the exterior court, to DE LAUNEY]. Monseigneur, there is an immense crowd coming out of the Rue Saint-Antoine. They have taken the Invalides, and are dragging along twenty cannon.