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And conscious of the past employ,
[Exit Servant. Memory, bosom-spring of joy. O this new freedom! at how dear a price We've bought the seeming good! The Tallien. I thank thee, Adelaide ! peaceful virtues
’twas sweet, though mournful. And every blandishment of private life, But why thy brow o'ercast, thy cheek so The father's cares, the mother's fond
Thou look'st as a lorn maid beside some All sacrificed to liberty's wild riot.
stream The winged hours, that scatter'd roses That sighs away the soul in fond de
230 Languid and sad drag their slow course While sorrow sad, like the dank willow along,
near her, And shake big gall - drops from their Hangs o'er the troubled fountain of her heavy wings.
eye. But I will steal away these anxious Adelaide. Ah ! rather let
me ask thoughts
what mystery lowers By the sost languishment of warbled airs, On Tallien's darken'd brow. Thou dost If haply melodies may lull the sense
me wrongOf sorrow for a while. [Soft music. | Thy soul distemper’d, can my heart be
tranquil? Enter TALLIEN.
Tallien. Tell me, by whom thy Tallien. Music, my love? O breathe
brother's blood was spilt? again that air!
Asks he not vengeance on these patriot Soft nurse of pain, it sooths the weary
murderers ? soul
It has been borne too tamely. Fears of care, sweet as the whisper'd breeze
and curses of evening
Groan on our midnight beds, and e'en That plays around the sick man's throb
our dreams bing temples.
Threaten the assassin hand of Robespierre.
240 SONG 1
Ile dies !--nor has the plot escaped his
fears. Tell me, on what holy ground
Adelaide. Yet yet - be cautious ! May domestic peace be found ?
much I fear the CommuneHalcyon daughter of the skies,
The tyrant's creatures, and their fate Far on fearful wing she flies,
with his From the pomp of scepter'd state, Fast link'd in close indissoluble union. From the rebel's noisy hate.
The pale Convention--In a cottag'd vale she dwells
Tallien. Hate him as they fear him, List’ning to the Sabbath bells!
Impatient of the chain, resolv'd and Still around her steps are seen,
ready. Spotless honor's meeker mien,
Adelaide. Th' enthusiast mob, conLove, the sire of pleasing fears,
fusion's lawless sonsSorrow smiling through her tears,
Tallien. They are aweary of his stern
morality, 1 This Song was reprinted in Coleridge's
The fair-mask'd offspring of ferocious Poems of 1796, and later under the title of To Domestic Peace; and will be found in the
249 Poetical division of the present volume, p. 33.
The sections too support the delegates : ED.
All-all is ours! e'un now the vital air
Of Liberty, condens'd awhile, is bursting (Force irresistible !) from its compress
ACT II ure
SCENE-The Convention. To sbatter the arch chemist in the explosion!
Robespierre mounts the Tribune. Once
more befits it that the voice of Enter BILLAUD VARENNES and
Fearless in innocence, though leagerd
round [ADELAIDE retires.
By Envy and her hateful brood of hell, Bourdon l'Oise. Tallien ! was this a Be heard amid this hall; once more time for amorous conference ?
befits Henriot, the tyrant's most devoted crea- The patriot, whose prophetic eye so oft ture,
Has pierced thro' faction's veil, to flash Marshals the force of Paris : The fierce
on crimes Club,
Of deadliest import. Mouldering in the With Vivier at their head, in loud ac
Sleeps Capet's caitiff corse ; my daring Have sworn to make the guillotine in
Levelled to earth his blood-cemented Float on the scaffold.—But who comes
260 My voice declared his guilt, and stirred
up France Enter BARRERE abruptly.
To call for vengeance. I too dug the
grave Barrere. Say, are ye friends to free- Where sleep the Girondists, detested dom? I am her's !
band ! Let us, forgetful of all common feuds, Long with the shew of freedom they Rally around her shrine! E'en now the
Her ardent sons. Long time the wellConcerts a plan of instant massacre !
turn'd phrase, Billaud Varennes. Away to the Con- The high-fraught sentence and the lofty vention ! with that voice
tone So oft the herald of glad victory,
Of declamation, thunder'd in this hall, Rouse their fallen spirits, thunder in Till reason midst a labyrinth of words their ears
Perplex’d, in silence seem'd to yield asThe names of tyrant, plunderer, as
Soul of my honoured The violent workings of my soul within
friend, Anticipate the monster's blood ! 270 Spirit of Marat, upon thee I call— [Cry from the street of-No Tyrant ! | Thou know'st me faithful, know'st with Down with the Tyrant !
what warm zeal Tallien. Hear ye that outcry ?- If I urg'd the cause of justice, stripp'd the the trembling members
mask Even for a moment hold his fate sus- From faction's deadly visage, and depended,
stroy'd I swear by the holy poniard, that stabbed Her traitor brood. Whose patriot arm Cæsar,
hurl'd down This dagger probes his heart !
Hébert and Rousin, and the villain friends [Exeunt omnes. Of Danton, foul apostate! those, who long
I durst oppose.
Mask'd treason's form in liberty's fair I have long mark’d thee, Robespierregarb,
and now Long deluged France with blood, and Proclaim thee traitor--tyrant ! durst defy
[Loud applauses. Omnipotence ! but I it seems am false ! Robespierre.
It is well. I am a traitor too! I-Robespierre! 30 I am a traitor ! oh, that I had fallen I-at whose name the dastard despot When Regnault lifted high the murderbrood
ous knife, Look pale with fear, and call on saints Regnault the instrument belike of those to help them!
Who now themselves would fain assasWho dares accuse me ? who shall dare
And legalize their murders. I stand here My spotless name? Speak, ye accom- An isolated patriot-hemmed around plice band,
By faction's noisy pack ; beset and bay'd Of what am I accus'd ? of what strange By the foul hell-hounds who know no crime
escape Is Maximilian Robespierre accused, From Justice' outstretch'd arm, but by That through this hall the buz of discon
the force tent
That pierces through her breast. Should murmur? who shall speak ?
[Murmurs, and shouts of-Down Billaud Varennes. O patriot tongue
with the Tyrant ! Belying the foul heart ! Who was it Robespierre. Nay, but I will be heard. urg'd
There was a time Friendly to tyrants that accurst decree, When Robespierre began, the loud apWhose influence brooding o'er this hal
plauses lowed hall,
41 Of honest patriots drown'd the honest Has chill'd each tongue to silence? Who
But times are chang'd, and villainy preThe freedom of debate, and carried
Collot d'Herbois. No- villainy shall The fatal law, that doom'd the dele
fall. France could not brook gates,
A monarch's sway--sounds the dictator's Unheard before their equals, to the bar
name Where cruelty sat throned, and murder More soothing to her ear? reign'd
Bourdon l'Oise. Rattle her chains With her Dumas coequal ? Say—thou | More musically now than when the hand man
Of Brissot forged her fetters; or the Of mighty eloquence, whose law was
crew that ?
Of Hébert thundered out their blasCouthon. That law was mine. I
phemies, urged it-I propos'd
And Danton talk'd of virtue? The voice of France assembled in her Robespierre.
Oh, that Brissot sons
Were here again to thunder in this hall, Assented, though the tame and timid That Hébert lived, and Danton's giant voice
79 Of traitors murmur'd. I advis'd that Scowl'd once again defiance ! so my soul law
Might cope with worthy foes. I justify it. It was wise and good.
People of France, Barrere. Oh, wonderous wise and Hear me! Beneath the vengeance of most convenient too!
Traitors have perish'd countless ; more With me thou dar`st to tread the dangersurvive :
ous path The hydra-headed faction lifts anew Of virtue, than that Nature twined her Her daring front, and fruitful from her
Of kindred round us. Cautious from past defects, contrives new Barrere.
Yes, allied in guilt, wiles
Even as in blood ye are. 0, thou worst Against the sons of Freedom.
Freedom lives ! | Thou worse than Sylla ! hast thou not Oppression falls--for France has felt her
Yea, in most foul anticipation slaughter'd Has burst them too. Who traitor-like | Each patriot representative of France ?
Bourdon l'Oise. Was not the younger Amid the hall of Jacobins to save
Cæsar too to reign Camille Desmoulines, and the venal | O’er all our valiant armies in the south, wretch
And still continue there his merchant D'Eglantine?
wiles ? Robespierre. I did--for I thought them Robespierre Junior. Ilis merchant wiles! honest.
Oh, grant me patience, heaven ! And IIeaven forefend that Vengeance ere Was it by merchant wiles I gain'd you should strike,
back Ere justice doom'd the blow.
Toulon, when proudly on her captive Barrere. Traitor, thou didst.
towers Yes, the accomplice of their dark designs, Wav'd high the English flag ? or fought Awhile didst thou defend them, when
I then the storm
With merchant wiles, when sword in Lower'd at safe distance. When the
hand I led clouds frown'd darker,
Your troops to conquest ? fought I merFear'd for yourself and left them to their
Or barter'd I for victory, when death Oh, I have mark’d thee long, and Strode o'er the reeking streets with giant through the veil
stride, Seen thy foul projects. Yes, ambitious And shook his ebon plumes, and sternly man,
smil'd Self-willid dictator o'er the realm of Amid the bloody banquet? when appal'd France,
The hireling sons of England spread the The vengeance thou hast plann'd for
Of safety, fought I like a merchant then?
a Falls on thy head. Look how thy Oh, patience ! patience ! brother's deeds
Bourdon l'Oise. How this younger Dishonour thine! He the firm patriot,
tyrant Thou the foul parricide of Liberty !
Mouths out defiance to us! even so Robespierre Junior. Barrere-attempt Ile had led on the armies of the not meanly to divide
south, Me from my brother. I partake his Till once again the plains of France guilt,
were drench'd For I partake his virtue.
With her best blood. Robespierre. Brother, by my soul, Collot d'Ilerbois. Till once again disMore dear I hold thee to my heart, that play'd thus
i Lyons' sad tragedy nad cail'd me forth
The minister of wrath, whilst slaughter by That I kill'd Cæsar and spar'd Antony. Had bathed in human blood.
But I have been too lenient. I have Dubois Crancé. No wonder, friend,
spared That we are traitors—that our heads The stream of blood, and now my own must fall
must flow Beneath the axe of death! when Cäsar- | To fill the current. [Loud applauses. like
Triumph not too soon, Reigns Robespierre, ’tis wisely done to Justice may yet be victor.
171 doom The fall of Brutus. Tell me, bloody man,
Enter St. JUST, and mounts the
St. Just. I come from the Committee As it had been some province won in
--charged to speak fight,
Of matters of high import. I omit Between your curst triumvirate ? You, Their orders. Representatives of France, Couthon,
Boldly in his own person speaks St. Just Go with my brother to the southern What his own heart shall dictate. plains;
Here ye this, St. Just, be yours the army of the north ; Insulted delegates of France? St. Just Mean time I rule at Paris.
From your Committee comes comes Robespierre. Matchless knave !
charg'd to speak What-- not one blush of conscience on Of matters of high import--yet omits 179 thy cheek
Their orders ! Representatives of France, Not one poor blush of truth! most likely That bold man I denounce, who disobeys tale !
The nation's orders. - I denounce St. That I who ruined Brissot's towering
[Loud applauses. hopes,
Hear me! I who discover'd Hébert's impious wiles,
[Violent murmurs. And sharp'd for Danton's recreant neck Robespierre. He shall be heard ! the axe,
Bourdon l'Oise. Must we contamiShould now be traitor! had I been so
nate this sacred hall minded,
With the foul breath of treason ? Think ye I had destroyed the very men Collot d'Herbois. Drag him away! Whose plots resembled mine? bring forth Hence with him to the bar. your proofs
Couthon. Oh, just proceedings ! Of this deep treason. Tell me in whose Robespierre prevented liberty of speechbreast
And Robespierre is a tyrant! Tallien Found ye the fatal scroll? or tell me
He dreads to hear the voice of innoWho forg'd the shameless falsehood ?
cenceCollot d'Herbois. Ask you proofs ? And St. Just must be silent ! Robespierre, what proofs were ask'd Legendre.
Heed we well when Brissot died?
161 That justice guide our actions. No light Legendre. What proofs adduced you
import when the Danton died ?
Attends this day. I move St. Just be When at the imminent peril of my life
heard. I rose, and fearless of thy frowning brow, Freron. Inviolate be the sacred right Proclaim'd him guiltless ?
of man. Robespierre.
I remember well The freedom of debate. The fatal day. I do repent me much