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Jacques One: Good! You have acted and recounted faithfully. Will you wait for us a little, outside the door?
Mender of Roads: Very willingly, Jacques.

Messiuers Defarge exits stage left with the Mender of Roads following. The three Jacques stand in a tight group whispering. Messiuers Defarge re-enters.

Jacques One: (demanding) What do you say, Jacques, to be registered?
Defarge: To be registered, as doomed to destruction.
Jacques Three: (croaking) Magnificent!
Jacques One: The chateau and all the race?
Defarge: The chateau and all the race. Extermination.
Jacques Three: (croaking) Magnificent!...Is this rustic to be sent back soon? I hope so. He is very simple; is he not a little dangerous?
Defarge: He knows nothing. at least nothing more than would easily elevate himself to a gallows of the same height. I will take care of him, and set him on his road. He wishes to see the fine world--the King, the Queen, and Court; let him see them on Sunday.
Jacques Three: What! Is it a good sign, that he wishes to see Royalty and Nobility?
Defarge: Jacques, judiciously show a cat milk, if you wish her to thirst for it. Judiciously show a dog his natural prey, if you wish him to bring it down one day.

All are quiet as Defarge brings the Mender of Roads back in. The Mender of Roads lies down on a few burlap sacks and silently falls asleep. The three Jacques and Defarge leave stage left, in silence.

CURTAIN FALLS!