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PDFPOTIN.
Like my wife.
[Cheers outside.]
Good heavens! Worse and worse! Yonder comes Carrac—the king of curs!—Damme! The devil himself is a saint compared with him.
GOUJON.
The beast!
POTIN.
The bloodiest beast of all—a tiger!
[To SOLDIERS.]
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.
SCARLOTTE.
[Outside.]
This way, you fools!—Death to Rochejacquelein. Come on!
MOB.
[Outside.]
Death to Rochejacquelein!
SCARLOTTE.
[Entering, followed by MOB.]
Rochejacquelein!—Rochejacquelein!—Where is Rochejacquelein?
MOB.
Down with Rochejacquelein! Down with Rochejacquelein!
BOURDOTTE.
[Appearing.]
Silence! Here comes Carrac, the great Carrac—representative
of the
Republic—who never spares an enemy!
[Comes down stage.
POTIN.
And never makes a friend.
MOB.
Carrac!—Carrac!—Long live Carrac!
CARRAC appears, followed by a second MOB, and makes a gesture commanding silence.
CARRAC.
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?
BOURDOTTE.
On every side.
SCARLOTTE.
Good!—Tear his house about his ears!
CARRAC.
Aye—strip the old hawk’s nest.
MOB.
Aye!—Aye!
[The MOB dismantle the house, with yells of exultation.
SCARLOTTE.
[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.
