Well done—noble levellers of the age!—Pull the boasted culture of the nobility to the gutter.—Bravo!—We’ve demolished the old nest; now to hunt the young hawk down!
[Waving the MOB back.]
Stop!—La Rochejacquelein is found!
Where is he?
Drag him to the river!
Aye—to the river!
Stand back!—He belongs to our battalion.
What insolence is this? We demand his surrender here—to us.
We surrender him to none but our own Colonel.
We are the people and supreme!—We represent the civil power of the State, that rules the soldier.
[To the SOLDIERS.]
[SOLDIERS aim;—the MOB fall back.]
You’re ten to one.—Come on, you civil rulers, and take him if you can.
This is treason!
[The MOB groan.
Soldiers have no rulers but their officers!
Someone go for General Kleber. Bid him come at once—to quell this mutiny.
I will bring him.
Death to all who dare to balk the people’s will!
Meantime, Citizen Carrac, we have some prisoners here at hand that we can dispatch at once.
Five.—Two men, and three women—perfect beauties!