Séverine. What has happened?
Marquis. Let us get away—let us get away; the mob approaches.
Rollin. How do you propose to get away?
Grasset. It has fallen; the Bastille has fallen!
Host. What say you? Speaks he the truth?
Grasset. Hear you not?
[Albin wants to draw his sword.]
François. Stop that at once, or we are all lost.
Grasset (reeling in down the stairs). And if you hasten, you will still be in time to see quite a merry sight ... the head of our dear Delaunay stuck on a very high pole.
Marquis. Is the fellow mad?