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