The freedom of debate, and carried through
The fatal law, that doom’d the delegates,
Unheard before their equals, to the bar 45
Where cruelty sat throned, and murder reign’d
With her Dumas coequal? Say — thou man
Of mighty eloquence, whose law was that?
Couthon. That law was mine. I urged it — I propos’d —
The voice of France assembled in her sons 50
Assented, though the tame and timid voice
Of traitors murmur’d. I advis’d that law —
I justify it. It was wise and good.
Barrere. Oh, wonderous wise and most convenient too!
I have long mark’d thee, Robespierre — and now 55
Proclaim thee traitor tyrant! [Loud applauses.
Robespierre. It is well.
I am a traitor! oh, that I had fallen
When Regnault lifted high the murderous knife,
Regnault the instrument belike of those
Who now themselves would fain assassinate, 60
And legalise their murders. I stand here
An isolated patriot — hemmed around
By faction’s noisy pack; beset and bay’d
By the foul hell-hounds who know no escape
From Justice’ outstretch’d arm, but by the force 65
That pierces through her breast.
[Murmurs, and shouts of — Down with the Tyrant!
Robespierre. Nay, but I will be heard. There was a time
When Robespierre began, the loud applauses
Of honest patriots drown’d the honest sound.
But times are chang’d, and villainy prevails. 70
Collot d’Herbois. No — villainy shall fall. France could not brook
A monarch’s sway — sounds the dictator’s name
More soothing to her ear?
Bourdon l’Oise. Rattle her chains
More musically now than when the hand
Of Brissot forged her fetters; or the crew 75
Of Hébert thundered out their blasphemies,
And Danton talk’d of virtue?
Robespierre. Oh, that Brissot
Were here again to thunder in this hall,
That Hébert lived, and Danton’s giant form
Scowl’d once again defiance! so my soul 80
Might cope with worthy foes.
People of France,
Hear me! Beneath the vengeance of the law
Traitors have perish’d countless; more survive:
The hydra-headed faction lifts anew
Her daring front, and fruitful from her wounds, 85
Cautious from past defects, contrives new wiles
Against the sons of Freedom.
Tallien. Freedom lives!
Oppression falls — for France has felt her chains,
Has burst them too. Who traitor-like stept forth
Amid the hall of Jacobins to save 90
Camille Desmoulins, and the venal wretch
D’Eglantine?
Robespierre. I did — for I thought them honest.
And Heaven forefend that Vengeance e’er should strike,
Ere justice doom’d the blow.
Barrere. Traitor, thou didst.
Yes, the accomplice of their dark designs, 95
Awhile didst thou defend them, when the storm
Lower’d at safe distance. When the clouds frown’d darker,
Fear’d for yourself and left them to their fate.
Oh, I have mark’d thee long, and through the veil
Seen thy foul projects. Yes, ambitious man, 100
Self-will’d dictator o’er the realm of France,
The vengeance thou hast plann’d for patriots
Falls on thy head. Look how thy brother’s deeds
Dishonour thine! He the firm patriot,
Thou the foul parricide of Liberty! 105
Robespierre Junior. Barrere — attempt not meanly to divide
Me from my brother. I partake his guilt,
For I partake his virtue.
Robespierre. Brother, by my soul,
More dear I hold thee to my heart, that thus
With me thou dar’st to tread the dangerous path 110
Of virtue, than that Nature twined her cords
Of kindred round us.
Barrere. Yes, allied in guilt,
Even as in blood ye are. O, thou worst wretch,
Thou worse than Sylla! hast thou not proscrib’d,
Yea, in most foul anticipation slaughter’d 115
Each patriot representative of France?
Bourdon l’Oise. Was not the younger Caesar too to reign
O’er all our valiant armies in the south,
And still continue there his merchant wiles?
Robespierre Junior. His merchant wiles! Oh, grant me patience,
heaven! 120
Was it by merchant wiles I gain’d you back
Toulon, when proudly on her captive towers
Wav’d high the English flag? or fought I then
With merchant wiles, when sword in hand I led
Your troops to conquest? fought I merchant-like, 125
Or barter’d I for victory, when death
Strode o’er the reeking streets with giant stride,
And shook his ebon plumes, and sternly smil’d
Amid the bloody banquet? when appall’d
The hireling sons of England spread the sail 130
Of safety, fought I like a merchant then?
Oh, patience! patience!
Bourdon l’Oise. How this younger tyrant
Mouths out defiance to us! even so
He had led on the armies of the south,
Till once again the plains of France were drench’d 135
With her best blood.
Collot d’Herbois. Till once again display’d
Lyons’ sad tragedy had call’d me forth
The minister of wrath, whilst slaughter by
Had bathed in human blood.
Dubois Crancé. No wonder, friend,
That we are traitors — that our heads must fall 140
Beneath the axe of death! when Caesar-like
Reigns Robespierre, ’tis wisely done to doom
The fall of Brutus. Tell me, bloody man,
Hast thou not parcell’d out deluded France,
As it had been some province won in fight, 145
Between your curst triumvirate? You, Couthon,
Go with my brother to the southern plains;
St. Just, be yours the army of the north;
Meantime I rule at Paris.
Robespierre. Matchless knave!
What — not one blush of conscience on thy cheek — 150
Not one poor blush of truth! most likely tale!
That I who ruined Brissot’s towering hopes,
I who discover’d Hébert’s impious wiles,
And sharp’d for Danton’s recreant neck the axe,
Should now be traitor! had I been so minded, 155
Think ye I had destroyed the very men
Whose plots resembled mine? bring forth your proofs
Of this deep treason. Tell me in whose breast
Found ye the fatal scroll? or tell me rather
Who forg’d the shameless falsehood?
Collot d’Herbois. Ask you proofs? 160
Robespierre, what proofs were ask’d when Brissot died?
Legendre. What proofs adduced you when the Danton died?
When at the imminent peril of my life
I rose, and fearless of thy frowning brow,
Proclaim’d him guiltless?
Robespierre. I remember well 165
The fatal day. I do repent me much
That I kill’d Caesar and spar’d Antony.
But I have been too lenient. I have spared
The stream of blood, and now my own must flow
To fill the current. [Loud applauses.
Triumph not too soon, 170
Justice may yet be victor.
Enter ST. JUST, and mounts the Tribune.
St. Just. I come from the Committee — charged to speak
Of matters of high import. I omit
Their orders. Representatives of France,
Boldly in his own person speaks St. Just 175
What his own heart shall dictate.
Tallien. Hear ye this,
Insulted delegates of France? St. Just
From your Committee comes — comes charg’d to speak
Of matters of high import, yet omits
Their orders! Representatives of France, 180
That bold man I denounce, who disobeys
The nation’s orders. — I denounce St. Just. [Loud applauses.
St. Just. Hear me! [Violent murmurs.
Robespierre. He shall be heard!
Bourdon l’Oise. Must we contaminate this sacred hall
With the foul breath of treason?
Collot d’Herbois. Drag him away! 185
Hence with him to the bar.
Couthon. Oh, just proceedings!
Robespierre prevented liberty of speech —
And Robespierre is a tyrant! Tallien reigns,
He dreads to hear the voice of innocence —
And St. Just must be silent!
Legendre. Heed we well 190
That justice guide our actions. No light import
Attends this day. I move St. Just be heard.
Freron. Inviolate be the sacred right of man.
The freedom of debate. [Violent applauses.
St. Just. I may be heard then! much the times are chang’d, 195
When St. Just thanks this hall for hearing him.
Robespierre is call’d a tyrant. Men of France,
Judge not too soon. By popular discontent
Was Aristides driven into exile,
Was Phocion murder’d. Ere ye dare pronounce 200
Robespierre is guilty, it befits ye well,
Consider who accuse him. Tallien,
Bourdon of Oise — the very men denounced,
For that their dark intrigues disturb’d the plan
Of government. Legendre the sworn friend 205
Of Danton, fall’n apostate. Dubois Crancé,
He who at Lyons spared the royalists —
Collot d’Herbois —
Bourdon l’Oise. What — shall the traitor rear
His head amid our tribune — and blaspheme
Each patriot? shall the hireling slave of faction — 210
St. Just. I am of no one faction. I contend
Against all factions.
Tallien. I espouse the cause
Of truth. Robespierre on yester morn pronounced
Upon his own authority a report.
To-day St. Just comes down. St. Just neglects 215
What the Committee orders, and harangues
From his own will. O citizens of France
I weep for you — I weep for my poor country —
I tremble for the cause of Liberty,
When individuals shall assume the sway, 220
And with more insolence than kingly pride
Rule the Republic.
Billaud Varennes. Shudder, ye representatives of France,
Shudder with horror. Henriot commands
The marshall’d force of Paris. Henriot, 225
Foul parricide — the sworn ally of Hébert,
Denounced by all — upheld by Robespierre.
Who spar’d La Valette? who promoted him,
Stain’d with the deep dye of nobility?
Who to an ex-peer gave the high command? 230
Who screen’d from justice the rapacious thief?
Who cast in chains the friends of Liberty?
Robespierre, the self-stil’d patriot Robespierre —
Robespierre, allied with villain Daubigné —
Robespierre, the foul arch-tyrant Robespierre. 235
Bourdon l’Oise. He talks of virtue — of morality —
Consistent patriot! he Daubigné’s friend!
Henriot’s supporter virtuous! preach of virtue,
Yet league with villains, for with Robespierre
Villains alone ally. Thou art a tyrant! 240
I stile thee tyrant, Robespierre! [Loud applauses.
Robespierre. Take back the name. Ye citizens of France —
[Violent clamour. Cries of — Down with the Tyrant!
Tallien. Oppression falls. The traitor stands appall’d —
Guilt’s iron fangs engrasp his shrinking soul —
He hears assembled France denounce his crimes! 245
He sees the mask torn from his secret sins —
He trembles on the precipice of fate.
Fall’n guilty tyrant! murder’d by thy rage
How many an innocent victim’s blood has stain’d
Fair freedom’s altar! Sylla-like thy hand 250
Mark’d down the virtues, that, thy foes removed,
Perpetual Dictator thou might’st reign,
And tyrannize o’er France, and call it freedom!
Long time in timid guilt the traitor plann’d
His fearful wiles — success emboldened sin — 255
And his stretch’d arm had grasp’d the diadem
Ere now, but that the coward’s heart recoil’d,
Lest France awak’d should rouse her from her dream,
And call aloud for vengeance. He, like Caesar,
With rapid step urged on his bold career, 260
Even to the summit of ambitious power,
And deem’d the name of King alone was wanting.
Was it for this we hurl’d proud Capet down?
Is it for this we wage eternal war
Against the tyrant horde of murderers, 265
The crownéd cockatrices whose foul venom
Infects all Europe? was it then for this
We swore to guard our liberty with life,
That Robespierre should reign? the spirit of freedom
Is not yet sunk so low. The glowing flame 270
That animates each honest Frenchman’s heart
Not yet extinguish’d. I invoke thy shade,
Immortal Brutus! I too wear a dagger;
And if the representatives of France,
Through fear or favour, should delay the sword 275
Of justice, Tallien emulates thy virtues;
Tallien, like Brutus, lifts the avenging arm;
Tallien shall save his country. [Violent applauses.
Billaud Varennes. I demand
The arrest of all the traitors. Memorable
Will be this day for France.
Robespierre. Yes! Memorable 280
This day will be for France — for villains triumph.
Lebas. I will not share in this day’s damning guilt.
Condemn me too. [Great cry — Down with the Tyrants!
(The two ROBESPIERRES, COUTHON, ST. JUST, and LEBAS are led off.)
ACT III
SCENE CONTINUES.
Collot d’Herbois. Caesar is fall’n! The baneful tree of Java,
Whose death-distilling boughs dropt poisonous dew,
Is rooted from its base. This worse than Cromwell,
The austere, the self-denying Robespierre,
Even in this hall, where once with terror mute 5
We listen’d to the hypocrite’s harangues,
Has heard his doom.
Billaud Varennes. Yet must we not suppose
The tyrant will fall tamely. His sworn hireling
Henriot, the daring desperate Henriot,
Commands the force of Paris. I denounce him. 10
Freron. I denounce Fleuriot too, the mayor of Paris.
Enter DUBOIS CRANCÉ.
Dubois Crancé. Robespierre is rescued. Henriot at the head
Of the arm’d force has rescued the fierce tyrant.
Collot
d’Herbois. Ring the tocsin — call all the citizens
To save their country — never yet has Paris 15
Forsook the representatives of France.
Tallien. It is the hour of danger. I propose
This sitting be made permanent. [Loud applauses.
Collot d’Herbois. The National Convention shall remain
Firm at its post. 20
Enter a Messenger.
Messenger. Robespierre has reach’d the Commune. They espouse
The tyrant’s cause. St. Just is up in arms!
St. Just — the young ambitious bold St. Just
Harangues the mob. The sanguinary Couthon
Thirsts for your blood. [Tocsin rings. 25
Tallien. These tyrants are in arms against the law:
Outlaw the rebels.
Enter MERLIN OF DOUAY.
Merlin. Health to the representatives of France!
I past this moment through the arméd force —
They ask’d my name — and when they heard a delegate, 30
Swore I was not the friend of France.
Collot d’Herbois. The tyrants threaten us as when they turn’d
The cannon’s mouth on Brissot.
Enter another Messenger.
Second Messenger. Vivier harangues the Jacobins — the Club
Espouse the cause of Robespierre. 35
Enter another Messenger.
Third Messenger. All’s lost — the tyrant triumphs. Henriot leads
The soldiers to his aid. — Already I hear
The rattling cannon destined to surround
This sacred hall.
Tallien. Why, we will die like men then.
The representatives of France dare death, 40
When duty steels their bosoms. [Loud applauses.
Tallien (addressing the galleries). Citizens!
France is insulted in her delegates —
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