Like my wife.
Good heavens! Worse and worse! Yonder comes Carrac—the king of curs!—Damme! The devil himself is a saint compared with him.
The bloodiest beast of all—a tiger!
Quick, form on this side [Pointing to the left.]
and protect the
General.—This hog will want to eat him, before we can deliver him to
Kleber and get the credit of his capture.
[SOLDIERS form in front of PAUL.
This way, you fools!—Death to Rochejacquelein. Come on!
Death to Rochejacquelein!
[Entering, followed by MOB.]
Rochejacquelein!—Rochejacquelein!—Where is Rochejacquelein?
Down with Rochejacquelein! Down with Rochejacquelein!
Silence! Here comes Carrac, the great Carrac—representative
Republic—who never spares an enemy!
[Comes down stage.
And never makes a friend.
Carrac!—Carrac!—Long live Carrac!
CARRAC appears, followed by a second MOB, and makes a gesture commanding silence.
So—this is the ancestral hall of that cursed kin of kings, La Rochejacquelein!—Ha! He’s doubtless sneaking like a coward in some safe corner of his den. Is the place surrounded?
On every side.
Good!—Tear his house about his ears!
Aye—strip the old hawk’s nest.
[The MOB dismantle the house, with yells of exultation.
[Urging them on.]
Heroes of Liberty!—demolish every trace of beauty in the place!
Amid a scene of anarchic rage and turmoil, the room is stript stark.