BOURDOTTE.
Five.—Two men, and three women—perfect beauties!
CARRAC.
Bravo! Their beauty and their lives are ours!
[Cheers from MOB.]
Bring them in!
[Exeunt eight SANS CULOTTES.]
Citizens, we've won to-day a glorious victory.
POTIN.
There he goes boasting, when he never struck a blow.