DE FLUE. The devil! But we must decide now, or everything will be spoiled. Let us rout the band, or they will defeat us. [Great clouds of smoke roll up above the outer walls.]
DE LAUNEY. What is that smoke?
A Swiss GUARD. They've fired the outlying buildings.
DE LAUNEY. Scoundrels! So they want a pitiless warfare? They shall have it.
DE FLUE. Shall we fire?
DE LAUNEY. Wait—
DE FLUE. For what, in the name of God?
DE LAUNEY [with a questioning look at VINTIMILLE]. Monsieur de Vintimille.
VINTIMILLE [rather scornfully]. I told you what I thought. Do as you like. One word of advice: whatever you decide on, don't change it.
DE LAUNEY. You have a free hand, Monsieur de Flue. Give it to them! [DE LAUNEY, DE FLUE, and the Swiss Guards go out into the other court.]