They made all their gestures together and chanted without ceasing: "_O horreur, O mystere! Il est mort.

Mon Dieu, ayez pitie de nous!_" "_De Grace!_" cried the prima donna.
"_Jamais, jamais!_" echoed the tenor, striking his breast and pointing with his sword.
"_O mystere!_" chanted the chorus, while the basso struck his hand upon his sword hilt, growling "_Mon honneur et ma foi._" The orchestra redoubled.

The finale began; all the pieces of the orchestra, all the voices on the stage, commenced over again very loud.
They all took a step forward, and the rhythm became more rapid, till it reached a climax where the prima donna's voice jumped to a C in alt, holding it long enough for the basso to thunder, "_Mon honneur et ma foi_" twice.

Then they all struck the attitudes for the closing tableau and in one last burst of music sang all together, "_Mon Dieu, ayez pitie de moi_" and "_de lui_" and "_d'elle_" and "_de nous_." Then the orchestra closed with a long roll of the kettle-drums, and the prima donna fainted into the arms of her confidante.

The curtain fell.
There was a roar of applause.