Myself! the steel-strong Rectitude of soul And Poverty sublime 'mid circling virtues! The giant Victories, my counsels form'd, Shall stalk around me with sun-glittering plumes, Bidding the darts of calumny fall pointless. [Exeunt cæteri. Manet CoUTHON.
So we deceive ourselves! What goodly virtues Bloom on the poisonous branches of ambition! Still, Robespierre! thou 'lt guard thy country's freedom To despotize in all the patriot's pomp.
While Conscience, 'mid the mob's applauding clamors, Sleeps in thine ear, nor whispers-blood-stain'd tyrant! Yet what is Conscience? Superstition's dream, Making such deep impression on our sleep- That long th' awaken'd breast retains its horrors! But he returns and with him comes Barrere. [Exit COUTHON. Enter ROBESPIERRE and BARRERE.
There is no danger but in cowardice.- Barrere! we make the danger, when we fear it. We have such force without, as will suspend The cold and trembling treachery of these members.
Twill be a pause of terror.
But to whom? Rather the short-lived slumber of the tempest, Gathering its strength anew. The dastard traitors! Moles, that would undermine the rooted oak! A pause!—a moment's pause !-"T is all their life.
Yet much they talk-and plausible their speech. Couthon's decree has given such powers, that-
There are who wish my ruin-but I'll make them Blush for the crime in blood!
Nay, but I tell thee, Thou art too fond of slaughter-and the right (If right it be) workest by most foul means!
Self-centering Fear! how well thou canst apo Mercy! Too fond of slaughter!-matchless hypocrite! Thought Barrere so, when Brissot, Danton died? Thought Barrere so, when through the streaming
Of Paris red-eyed Massacre o'er-wearied Reel'd heavily, intoxicate with blood? And when (O heavens!) in Lyons' death-red square Sick Fancy groan'd o'er putrid hills of slain, Didst thou not fiercely laugh, and bless the day? Why, thou hast been the mouth-piece of all horrors, And, like a blood-hound, crouch'd for murder! Now Aloof thou standest from the tottering pillar, Or, like a frighted child behind its mother, Hidest thy pale face in the skirts of Mercy!
Transparent mask! They wish to clog the wheels of government, Forcing the hand that guides the vast machine To bribe them to their duty-English patriots! Are not the congregated clouds of war Black all around us? In our very vitals Works not the king-bred poison of rebellion? Say, what shall counteract the selfish plottings Of wretches, cold of heart, nor awed by fears Of him, whose power directs th' eternal justice? Terror? or secret-sapping gold? The first Heavy, but transient as the ills that cause it; And to the virtuous patriot render'd light By the necessities that gave it birth: The other fouls the fount of the republic, Making it flow polluted to all ages; Inoculates the state with a slow venom, That, once imbibed, must be continued ever. Myself incorruptible, I ne'er could bribe them- Therefore they hate me.
SCENE changes to the house of Adelaide. ADELAIDE enters, speaking to a SERVANT.
Didst thou present the letter that I gave thee? Did Tallien answer, he would soon return?
O this new freedom! at how dear a price We've bought the seeming good! The peaceful virtues, And every blandishment of private life, The father's cares, the mother's fond endearment, All sacrificed to Liberty's wild riot. The winged hours, that scatter'd roses round me, Languid and sad drag their slow course along, And shake big gall-drops from their heavy wings. But I will steal away these anxious thoughts By the soft languishment of warbled airs, If haply melodies may lull the sense Are the sections friendly? Of sorrow for a while.
Ah! rather let me ask what mystery lowers On Tallien's darken'd brow. Thou dost me wrong- Thy soul distemper'd, can my heart be tranquil?
Tell me, by whom thy brother's blood was spilt? Asks he not vengeance on these patriot murderers? It has been borne too tamely. Fears and curses Groan on our midnight beds, and e'en our dreams Threaten the assassin hand of Robespierre. He dies!-nor has the plot escaped his fears.
Yet-yet-be cautious! much I fear the Commune- The tyrant's creatures, and their fate with his Fast link'd in close indissoluble union. The Pale Convention-
Tallien! was this a time for amorous conference? Henriot, the tyrant's most devoted creature, Marshals the force of Paris: the fierce club, With Vivier at their head, in loud acclaim Have sworn to make the guillotine in blood
Float on the scaffold.-But who comes here? Enter BARRERE abruptly.
Say, are ye friends to Freedom? I am her's! Let us, forgetful of all common feuds, Rally around her shrine! E'en now the tyrant Concerts a plan of instant massacre!
Away to the Convention! with that voice So oft the herald of glad victory,
Rouse their fallen spirits, thunder in their ears The names of tyrant, plunderer, assassin! The violent workings of my soul within Anticipate the monster's blood?
[Cry from the street of "No Tyrant! Down with the Tyrant!"
Even for a moment hold his fate suspended, that outcry?-If the trembling members I swear, by the holy poniard that stabb'd Cæsar, This dagger probes his heart!
SCENE.-The Convention. ROBESPIERRE (mounts the Tribune). Once more befits it that the voice of Truth, Fearless in innocence, though leaguer'd round By Envy and her hateful brood of hell, Be heard amid this hall; once more befits The patriot, whose prophetic eye so oft Has pierced through faction's veil, to flash on crimes Of deadliest import. Mouldering in the grave Sleeps Capet's caitiff corse; my daring hand Levell'd to earth his blood-cemented throne,
My voice declared his guilt, and stirr'd up France To call for vengeance. I too dug the grave Where sleep the Girondists, detested band! Long with the show of freedom they abused Her ardent sons. Long time the well-turn'd phrase. Hate him as they fear him, of declamation, thunder'd in this hall, The high-fraught sentence, and the lofty tone
Long deluged France with blood, and durst defy Omnipotence! but I, it seems, am false! I am a traitor too! I-Robespierre! I-at whose name the dastard despot brood
Look pale with fear, and call on saints to help them! Who dares accuse me? who shall dare belie My spotless name? Speak, ye accomplice band, Of what am I accused? of what strange crime Is Maximilian Robespierre accused,
That through this hall the buzz of discontent Should murmur? who shall speak?
Traitor, thou didst. Yes, the accomplice of their dark designs, 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, 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 Dishonor thine! He the firm patriot, Thou the foul parricide of Liberty!
ROBESPIERRE JUNIOR.
Barrere attempt not meanly to divide Me from my brother. I partake his guilt, For I partake his virtue.
Brother, by my soul More dear I hold thee to my heart, that thus With me thou darest to tread the dangerous path Of virtue, than that Nature twined her cords Of kindred round us.
Even as in blood ye are. Oh, thou worst wretch, Yes, allied in guilt, Thou worse than Sylla! hast thou not proscribed, Yea, in most foul anticipation slaughter'd, Each patriot representative of France?
Was not the younger Cæsar too to reign O'er all our valiant armies in the south, And still continue there his merchant wiles?
His merchant wiles! Oh, grant me patience, Heaven! Was it by merchant wiles I gain'd you back Toulon, when proudly on her captive towers Waved 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, Or barter'd I for victory, when death Strode o'er the reeking streets with giant stride, And shook his ebon plumes, and sternly smiled Amid the bloody banquet? when appall'd, The hireling sons of England spread the sail
ROBESPIERRE.
He shall be heard!
Must we contaminate this sacred hall With the foul breath of treason?
COLLOT D'HERBOIS. Hence with him to the bar. COUTHON.
Oh, just proceedings! Robespierre prevented liberty of speechAnd Robespierre is a tyrant! Tallien reigns, He dreads to hear the voice of innocenceAnd St-Just must be silent!
That justice guide our actions. No light import Attends this day. I move St-Just be heard.
Inviolate be the sacred right of man, The freedom of debate.
I may be heard, then! much the times are changed 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 Robespierre is guilty, it befits ye well, Consider who accuse him. Tallien, Bourdon of Oise-the very men denounced, For their dark intrigues disturb'd the plan Of government. Legendre, the sworn friend Of Danton, fall'n apostate. Dubois Crancé, He who at Lyons spared the royalists- Collot d'Herbois-
What shall the traitor rear His head amid our tribune-and blaspheme Each patriot? shall the hireling slave of faction
I am of no faction. I contend Against all factions.
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 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, And with more insolence than kingly pride Rule the republic.
Shudder, ye representatives of France, Shudder with horror. Henriot commands The marshall'd force of Paris-Henriot, Foul parricide-the sworn ally of Hebert, Denounced by all-upheld by Robespierre. Who spared La Vallette? who promoted him, Stain'd with the deep dye of nobility? Who to an ex-peer gave the high command? Who screen'd from justice the rapacious thief? Who cast in chains the friends of Liberty? Robespierre, the self-styled patriot Robespierre- Robespierre, allied with villain Daubigné- Robespierre, the foul arch-tyrant Robespierre.
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! I style thee tyrant, Robespierre !
The arrest of the traitors. Memorable Will be this day for France.
This day will be for France for villains triumph.
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).
Cæsar is fallen! 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,
[Loud applauses. Even in this hall, where once with terror mute We listen'd to the hypocrite's harangues, Has heard his doom.
Take back the name, ye citizens of France- [Violent clamor. Cries of-Down with the Tyrant!
Oppression falls. The traitor stands appall'd— Guilt's iron fangs engrasp his shrinking soul- He hears assembled France denounce his crimes! 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 Mark'd down the virtues, that, thy foes removed, Perpetual Dictator thou mightst reign,
And tyrannize o'er France, and call it freedom! Long time in timid guilt the traitor plann'd His fearful wiles-success embolden'd sin- And his stretch'd arm had grasp'd the diadem Ere now, but that the coward's heart recoil'd, Lest France awaked, should rouse her from her dream, And call aloud for vengeance. He, like Cæsar, With rapid step urged on his bold career, 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, The crown'd 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 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 favor, should delay the sword Of justice, Tallien emulates thy virtues; Tallien, like Brutus, lifts the avenging arm; Tallien shall save his country.
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