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St. Just. I may be heard then! much the times are changed,

Shudder with horror. mands

Henriot com

When St. Just thanks this hall for hear- The marshall'd force of Paris. Hen

ing him.

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Each patriot? shall the hireling slave of Yet league with villains, for with Robes

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Lebas. I will not share in this day's damning guilt.

Long time in timid guilt the traitor Condemn me too.

plann'd

His fearful wiles-success emboldened

sin

And his stretch'd arm had grasp'd the diadem

Ere now, but that the coward's heart recoil'd,

Lest France awak'd should rouse her from her dream,

And call aloud for vengeance. He, like Cæsar,

With rapid step urged on his bold career,

260 Even to the summit of ambitious power, And deem'd the name of King alone was wanting.

Was it for this we hurl'd proud Capet down?

Is it for this we wage eternal war Against the tyrant horde of murderers, The crowned cockatrices whose foul

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[Great cry-Down with the Tyrants! (The two ROBESPIERRES, COUTHON, ST. JUST, and LEBAS are led off.)

ACT III

SCENE CONTINUES.

Collot d'Herbois. Cæsar is fall'n! The baneful tree of Java,

Whose death distilling boughs dropt poisonous dew,

Is rooted from its base. This worse than Cromwell,

The austere, the self-denying Robespierre, Even in this hall, where once with terror

mute

We listen'd to the hypocrite's harangues, Has heard his doom.

Billaud Varennes. Yet must we not

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Tallien, like Brutus, lifts the avenging To save their country-never yet has

arm;

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Paris

Forsook the representatives of France. Tallien. It is the hour of danger.

propose

The arrest of all the traitors. Memorable This sitting be made permanent.
Will be this day for France.

I

[Loud applauses.

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Swore I was not the friend of France. Collot d'Herbois. The tyrants threaten us as when they turn'd

The cannon's mouth on Brissot.

Enter another Messenger. Second Messenger. Vivier harangues the Jacobins the Club Espouse the cause of Robespierre.

Enter another Messenger.

Third Messenger. All's lost-the tyrant

triumphs. Henriot leads The soldiers to his aid.-Already I hear The rattling cannon destined to surround This sacred hall.

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I spake of Liberty. Their honest hearts Tallien. Why, we will die like men Caught the warm flame. The general

then,

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shout burst forth,

The representatives of France dare death, Live the Convention-Down with

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France shall be saved! her generous sons Expell'd me from their sittings. —Now,

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Will court again their fetters! easier Should gain the people once again to were it

rise

To hurl the cloud-capt mountain from its We are as dead!

base,

Tallien. And wherefore fear we death? Than force the bonds of slavery upon Did Brutus fear it? or the Grecian

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And bade them bow the knee to Robes- Espouse your cause.

pierre.

swear

The men of Paris

Vivier has 'scaped me. Curse his coward They will defend the delegates of Freedom.

heart

This fate-fraught tube of Justice in my

hand,

I rush'd into the hall. He mark'd mine eye

That beam'd its patriot anger, and flash'd full

With death-denouncing meaning. 'Mid the throng

He mingled. I pursued-but stay'd my hand,

Lest haply I might shed the innocent blood. [Applauses.

Freron. They took from me my ticket.

of admission

Tallien. Hear ye this, Colleagues? hear ye this, my brethren? And does no thrill of joy pervade your

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Yet impotent to die. He lives all mangled

By his own tremulous hand! All gash'd and gored

150 He lives to taste the bitterness of death.

Even now they meet their doom. The bloody Couthon,

The fierce St. Just, even now attend their tyrant

To fall beneath the axe. I saw the torches

Flash on their visages a dreadful lightI saw them whilst the black blood roll'd adown

Each stern face, even then with dauntless eye

Scowl round contemptuous, dying as they lived,

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