Bravo! Their beauty and their lives are ours!
[Cheers from MOB.]
Bring them in!
[Exeunt eight SANS CULOTTES.]
Citizens, we’ve won to-day a glorious victory.
There he goes boasting, when he never struck a blow.
Let’s complete our triumph—prove our power—
You are the people!—You are France!—Let the Nation voice her will through you.—What shall we do with our prisoners?
Aye—kill them—kill them!
Drown the men like puppies, and put the women to public shame!
The voice of the people is the voice of God.—Have
your will—it is
Enter CITIZENS, dragging the DUKE, GOUROC, DIANE, NANETTE, and ALINE, a young girl.
The MOB groan and laugh mockingly.
The young girl is dragged forward—two_ SANS CULOTTES contending for her.
FIRST SANS CULOTTE.
SECOND SANS CULOTTE.
You lie!—I caught her first!
Mercy!—Kill me if you will,—but spare me this!
Citizens,—behold your victims!
[MOB rush forward with ferocious yells.
No, no!—Let my grey hairs suffice!
[The MOB pause.
[Starting up, speaks aside.]
My God!—That voice!
[During what follows, PAUL—screened from the MOB’S view by his soldier GUARDS—expresses in pantomime his conflicting emotions.
[To the DUKE.]
Who are you?
We are Citizens of the Republic!—He