I can only speak to you, people; I rejoice that I can do so.

You heard these infamous judges.

Which of them can hear the truth?
Which of them is worthy to listen to an honest man?
Which of them will dare to meet his gaze?
But what do I say?
They all know the truth.

They carry it in their guilty breasts; it stings their hearts like a serpent.

They tremble in their lair, where doubtless they are devouring their victim; they tremble because they have heard the cries of three deluded women.
What was I about to do?
I was about to speak in behalf of Urbain Grandier! But what eloquence could equal that of those unfortunates?
What words could better have shown you his innocence?
Heaven has taken up arms for him in bringing them to repentance and to devotion; Heaven will finish its work--" "Vade retro, Satanas," was heard through a high window in the hall.
Fournier stopped for a moment, then said: "You hear these voices parodying the divine language?
If I mistake not, these instruments of an infernal power are, by this song, preparing some new spell." "But," cried those who surrounded him, "what shall we do?
What have they done with him ?" "Remain here; be immovable, be silent," replied the young advocate.