re they come, led on by Scarlotte--
GOUJON.
Scarlotte! A woman in form--a fury in nature!
POTIN.
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_.
CARRAC.
Well done--noble levellers of the age!--Pull the boasted culture of
the nobility to the gutter.--Bravo!--We've demolished the old nest;
now to hunt the young hawk down!
MOB.
Aye!--Aye!
POTIN.
[_Waving the_ MOB _back_.]
Stop!--La Rochejacquelein is found!
SCARLOTTE.
Where is he?
POTIN.
There--our prisoner.
SCARLOTTE.
Drag him to the river!
MOB.
Aye--to the river!
POTIN.
Stand back!--He belongs to our battalion.
CARRAC.
What insolence is this? We demand his surrender here--to us.
POTIN.
We surrender him to none but our ow
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