The Carpenter. I don't know, but it's so. Courage, now! It's a long lane that has no turning. [They set to work again.]
The Apprentice. Meantime, we can't see a thing.
The Carpenter [shouting toward the houses]. Hey, up there! You women, look to your candles! We've got to see tonight!
A Woman [at a window, re-lighting candles]. How is everything getting along?
The Carpenter. Well, more than one will leave his carcass here before they get past.
The Woman. Are they coming soon?
The Carpenter. They say Grenelle is running with blood. You can hear shots from the Vaugirard section.
The Old Bourgeois. They are waiting for daylight before entering.
The Mason. What time is it?
The Woman. Three. Listen, the cocks are crowing.
The Mason [wiping his brow with his sleeve]. Got to hurry! Lord, how hot it is!
The Carpenter. So much the better.
The Old Bourgeois. I can't do another stroke.
The Carpenter. Rest a little, Monsieur. Nobody need work any more than he can.
The Old Bourgeois [bringing a paving-block]. I want to put this in place, though.
The Carpenter. Take it easier. If you can't gallop, trot.
The Woman. Have you got your muskets yet?
