People, are brushed aside by them and thrown against a wall. In the midst of the hubbub, Marat is seen.] Long live Marat!
Marat. My children, what are you doing?
The Women. Kill! Kill!
Marat. Kill them? What do you want? Would you eat them? [Some of the crowd laugh.]
Hulin. He knows how to handle them: amuse them!
Hoche. Where is the little girl?
Hulin. The little girl? [Hoche runs out to look for Julie.]
Desmoulins [jumping into their midst]. Stop, comrades, you're killing prisoners!
The People [stopping]. The prisoners?
Desmoulins. The prisoners of the Bastille. Look at their clothes. We have come to free them!
The People [doubtfully ]. They're enemies!
Hulin. There are no more enemies.
Julie [on Hoche's shoulders, carrying a branch, extends her arms to the People, and shouts]. Be merciful to our friends, our friends the enemy.
The People [laughing]. Hear the little one!
Hoche [putting her down on a cannon, whence she dominates the crowd]. Shout, child: "All brothers, all friends."
Julie. Brothers! Brothers!
The People. We are all brothers! She's right!
The Pensioners. Long live the People!
The People. Long live the ancient glory!
The Pensioners [to Julie]. You've saved us, little one!
