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BiLLAUD WArennes. 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.
Robespierre. Take back the name, ye citizens of France— [Violent clamor. Cries of Down with the Tyrant!
Oppression falls. The traitor stands appall’d—
The arrest of the traitors. Memorable Will be this day for France.
I will not share in this day's damning guilt.
[Great cry—Down with the Tyrants? (The two RobespierREs, Couthon, St-Just and LEBAs
are led off).
collot D'HERbois. Caesar 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, Even in this hall, where once with terror mute We listen'd to the hypocrite's harangues, Has heard his doom.
Yet must we not suppose
The tyrant will fall tamely. His sworn hireling
Frteron. I denounce Fleuriot too, the mayor of Paris.
Enter DuBois CRANcé.
Robespierre is rescued. Henriot at the head
The National Convention shall remain Firm at its post.
Enter a MEssex GER.
Mrssenger. 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.
These tyrants are in arms against the law:
Enter MERLIN of Douay.
Merlin. Health to the representatives of France! I past this moment through the armed force— They ask'd my name—and when they heardadelegate, 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.
Enter another MEssex GER.
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,
When duty steels their bosoms.
TALLIEN (addressing the galleries). Citizens! France is insulted in her delegates— The majesty of the republic is insulted— Tyrants are up in arms. An armed force Threats the Convention. The Convention swears To die, or save the country! [Violent applauses from the galleries.
citizeN (from above). We too swear To die, or save the country. Follow me. [All the men quit the galleries.
Enter another MEssenger.
Fourth MESSENGER. Henriot is taken!— [Loud applauses. Henriot is taken. Three of your brave soldiers Swore they would seize the rebel slave of tyrants, Or perish in the attempt. As he patroll'd The streets of Paris, stirring up the mob,
They seized him. [Applauses. BiLLAud WARENNEs.
Let the names of these brave men Live to the future day.
Enter BourdoN L'Oise, sword in hand.
BourdoN L'oise. I have clear'd the Commune. [Applauses. Through the throng I rush'd, Brandishing my good sword to drench its blade Deep in the tyrant's heart. The timid rebels Gave way. I met the soldiery—I spake Of the dictator's crimes—of patriots chain'd In dark deep dungeons by his lawless rage— Of knaves secure beneath his fostering power. I spake of Liberty. Their honest hearts Caught the warm flame. The general shoutburst forth, “Live the Convention—Down with Robespierrel" [Applauses. [Shouts from without—Down with the Tyrant!
TALLIEN. I hear, I hear the soul-inspiring sounds, France shall be saved' her generous sons, attached
To principles, not persons, spurn the idol
Enter LEGENDRE, a pistol in one hand, keys in the other.
LEGENDRE (flinging down the keys). So—let the mutinous Jacobins meet now
In the open air.
BARRERE. What means this uproar! if the tyrant band Should gain the people once again to rise— We are as dead
And wherefore fear we death! Did Brutus fear it ! or the Grecian friends Who buried in Hipparchus' breast the sword, And died triumphant? Caesar should fear death: Brutus must scorn the bugbear.
Shouts from without. Live the Convention—Dorn with the Tyrants!
Hark! again The sounds of honest Freedom!
Enter DEPUTIEs from the SECTIONs.
Citizen. Citizens! representatives of France! Hold on your steady course. The men of Paris Espouse your cause. The men of Paris swear They will defend the delegates of Freedom.
TAL Lien. Hear ye this, Colleagues? hear ye this, my brethren! And does no thrill of joy pervade your breasts? My bosom bounds to rapture. I have seen
The sons of France shake off the tyrant yoke;
BARRERE. lsark! how the noise increases! through the gloom Of the still evening—harbinger of death, Rings the tocsin the dreadful generale Thunders through Paris— [Cry without—Down with the Tyrant! Enter LEcolNTRE.
LEco intre. So may eternal Justice blast the foes Of France! so perish all the tyrant brood, As Robespierre has perish'd : Citizens,
Caesar is taken.
[Loud and repeated applauses. I marvel not, that with such fearless front, He braved our vengeance, and with angry eye Scowl'd round the hall defiance. He relied On Henriot's aid—the Commune's villain friendship, And Henriot's boughten succors. Ye have heard Ilow Henriot rescued him—how with open arms The Commune welcomed in the rebel tyrant— How Fleuriot aided, and seditious Vivier Stirr'd up the Jacobins. All had been lost— The representatives of France had perish’d— Freedom had sunk beneath the tyrant arm Of this foul parricide, but that her spirit Inspired the men of Paris. Henriot call’d “To arms" in vain, whilst Bourdon's patriot voice Breathed eloquence, and o'er the Jacobins Legendre frown'd dismay. The tyrants fled— They reach'd the Hotel. We gather'd round—we
For vengeance' Long time, obstinate in despair,
[Loud and repeated applauses.
BARRERE (mounts the Tribune). For ever hallow'd be this glorious day, When Freedom, bursting her oppressive chain, Tramples on the oppressor. When the tyrant, Hurl’d from his blood-cemented throne by the arm Of the almighty people, meets the death He plann'd for thousands. Oh! my sickening heart Has sunk within me, when the various woes Of my brave country crowded o'er my brain In ghastly numbers—when assembled hordes, Dragg'd from their hovels by despotic power, Rush'd o'er her frontiers, plunder'd her fair hamlets, And sack'd her populous towns, and drench'd with
blood The reeking fields of Flanders.--When within, Upon her vitals prey'd the rankling tooth Of treason; and oppression, giant form, Trampling on freedom, left the alternative Of slavery, or of death. Even from that day, When, on the guilty Capet, I pronounced The doom of injured France, has Faction rear'd Her hated head amongst us. Roland preach'd Of mercy—the uxorious dotard Roland, The woman-govern'd Roland durst aspire To govern France ; and Petion talk'd of virtue, And Vergniaud's eloquence, like the honey'd tongue Of some soft Syren, wooed us to destruction. We triumph'd over these. On the same scaffold Where the last Louis pour'd his guilty blood, Fell Brissot's head, the womb of darksome treasons, And Orleans, villain kinsman of the Capet, And Hebert's atheist crew, whose maddening hand Hurl’d down the altars of the living God, With all the infidel's intolerance. The last worst traitor triumph’d—triumph'd long, Secured by matchless villany. By turns Defending and deserting each accomplice, As interest prompted. In the goodly soil Of Freedom, the foul tree of treason struck Its deep-six’d roots, and dropt the dews of death On all who slumber'd in its specious shade. He wove the web of treachery. He caught The listening crowd by his wild eloquence, His cool ferocity, that persuaded murder, Even whilst it spake of mercy!—Never, never Shall this regenerated country wear The despot yoke. Though myriads round assail, And with worse fury urge this new crusade Than savages have known; though the leagued despots Depopulate all Europe, so to pour The accumulated mass upon our coasts, Sublime amid the storm shall France arise, And like the rock amid surrounding waves Repel the rushing ocean.—She shall wield The thunderbolt of vengeance—she shall blast The despot's pride, and liberate the world! 221
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She listen'd with a flitting blush,
With downcast eyes, and modest grace;
And she forgave me, that I gazed
But when I told the cruel scorn
That crazed that bold and lovely Knight,
And that he cross'd the mountain-woods, Nor rested day nor night;
That sometimes from the savage den,
And sometimes from the darksome shade.
There came and look'd him in the face
An angel beautiful and bright;
And that he knew it was a Fiend,
And that, unknowing what he did,
He leap'd amid a murderous band,
And saved from outrage worse than death The Lady of the Land!
And how she wept, and clasp'd his knees;
And how she tended him in vain—
And ever strove to expiate
And that she nursed him in a cave;
And how his madness went away,
When on the yellow forest-leaves
His dying words—but when I reach'd
That tenderest strain of all the ditty,
My faltering voice and pausing harp Disturbed her soul with pity!
All impulses of soul and sense
Had thrill'd my guiltless Genevieve;
The music and the doleful tale,
And hopes, and fears that kindle hope,
An undistinguishable throng,
And gentle wishes long subdued,