The Man. Dark masses of the people turn and drive upon us.
The Baptized. O Father Abraham!
The Man. Old Eagle of glory, is it not true that my hour is not yet come?
The Baptized. We are lost!
Leonard (stopping immediately in front of Count Henry). Who are you with that haughty face, citizen, and why do you not join in the solemnities?
The Man. I hastened here when I heard of the revolution; I am a murderer of the Spanish league, and have only arrived to-day.
Leonard. Who is that man hiding himself in the folds of your mantle?
The Man. He is my younger brother. He has taken an oath to show his face to no one, until he has at least killed a baron.
Leonard. Of whose murder can you yourself boast?
The Man. My elder brothers consecrated me only two days before my departure, and....