and call out the citizens. [To the Electors and Deputies.] You, citizens, guard the Hôtel de Ville, and see that no treachery is done. Take charge of the bourgeois! Now, we'll gag the beast. [Points to the Bastille. Little Julie has meanwhile come from the house with her mother, and stands in the doorway. She then stands on a post to see better, and looks at Hoche in silent and passionate admiration. Hoche looks at her and smiles.] Well, little one, do you want to come, too? Consumed with envy, aren't you? [She holds out her trembling arms to him, nodding, but says nothing.] Then come! [He takes her on his shoulder.]
The Mother. You're mad! Put her down! You're not going to take her into the fight?
Hoche. She is sending us into the fight! She is our standard-bearer!
The Mother. Don't take her from me!
Hoche. You come, too, mother! No one should stay at home today. The snail must come forth from its shell. The whole city is freed from prison today. We leave nothing behind. This isn't an army at war, it is an invasion.
The Mother. Indeed, it is. If we must die, it's better to die all together.
Hoche. Die? Nonsense. You don't die when you expect death! [The sky begins to brighten behind the houses and the solid mass of the Bastille.] At last! Day is breaking. The new day, the dawn of Liberty!
Julie [who, seated on Hoche's shoulders, has been all smiles, excited and quiet, and with a finger to her
