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THE FALL OF ROBESPIERRE, AN HISTORIC DRAMA.........................................................................1
First Act by Coleridge Second and Third by Southey.............................................................................1
ACT I SCENEThe Thuilleries............................................................................................................1
ACT II SCENEThe Convention. .......................................................................................................11
ACT III. SCENE CONTINUES............................................................................................................20
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THE FALL OF ROBESPIERRE, AN HISTORIC
DRAMA
First Act by Coleridge
Second and Third by Southey
Act I
Act II
Act III
TO
H. MARTIN, ESQ.
OF
JESUS COLLEGE
CAMBRIDGE
DEAR SIR,
Accept, as a small testimony of my grateful attachment, the following
Dramatic Poem, in which I have endeavoured to detail, in an interesting
form, the fall of a man, whose great bad actions have cast a disastrous
lustre on his name. In the execution of the work, as intricacy of plot
could not have been attempted without a gross violation of recent facts,
it has been my sole aim to imitate the empassioned and highly figurative
language of the French orators, and to develope the characters of the
chief actors on a vast stage of horrors.
Yours fraternally,
S. T. COLERIDGE.
JESUS COLLEGE
ACT I SCENEThe Thuilleries.
Barrere. The tempest gathersbe it mine to seek
A friendly shelter, ere it bursts upon him.
But where? and how? I fear the Tyrant's soul
Sudden in action, fertile in resource,
And rising awful 'mid impending ruins;
In splendor gloomy, as the midnight meteor,
That fearless thwarts the elemental war.
When last in secret conference we met,
He scowl'd upon me with suspicious rage,
Making his eye the inmate of my bosom.
I know he scorns meand I feel, I hate him
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Yet there is in him that which makes me tremble! [Exit.
Enter TALLIEN and LEGENDRE.
Tallien. It was Barrere, Legendre! didst thou mark him?
Abrupt he turn'd, yet linger'd as he went,
And towards us cast a look of doubtful meaning.
Legendre. I mark'd him well. I met his eye's last glance;
It menac'd not so proudly as of yore.
Methought he would have spokebut that he dar'd not
Such agitation darken'd on his brow.
Tallien. 'Twas alldistrusting guilt that kept from bursting
Th' imprison'd secret struggling in the face:
E'en as the sudden breeze upstarting onwards
Hurries the thundercloud, that pois'd awhile
Hung in mid air, red with its mutinous burthen.
Legendre. Perfidious Traitor!still afraid to bask
In the full blaze of power, the rustling serpent
Lurks in the thicket of the Tyrant's greatness,
Ever prepared to sting who shelters him.
Each thought, each action in himself converges;
And love and friendship on his coward heart
Shine like the powerless sun on polar ice;
To all attach'd, by turns deserting all,
Cunning and darka necessary villain!
Tallien. Yet much depends upon himwell you know
With plausible harangue 'tis his to paint
Defeat like victoryand blind the mob
With truthmix'd falsehood. They led on by him,
And wild of head to work their own destruction,
Support with uproar what he plans in darkness.
Legendre. O what a precious name is Liberty
To scare or cheat the simple into slaves!
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Yeswe must gain him over: by dark hints
We'll shew enough to rouse his watchful fears,
Till the cold coward blaze a patriot.
O Danton! murder'd friend! assist my counsels
Hover around me on sad Memory's wings,
And pour thy daring vengeance in my heart.
Tallien! if but tomorrow's fateful sun
Beholds the Tyrant livingwe are dead!
Tallien. Yet his keen eye that flashes mighty meanings
Legendre. Fear notor rather fear th' alternative,
And seek for courage e'en in cowardice
But seehither he comeslet us away!
His brother with him, and the bloody Couthon,
And high of haughty spirit, young St. Just. [Exeunt.
Enter ROBESPIERRE, COUTHON, ST. JUST, and ROBESPIERRE JUNIOR.
Robespierre. What? did La Fayette fall before my power?
And did I conquer Roland's spotless virtues?
The fervent eloquence of Vergniaud's tongue?
And Brissot's thoughtful soul unbribed and bold?
Did zealot armies haste in vain to save them?
What! did th' assassin's dagger aim its point
Vain, as a dream of murder, at my bosom?
And shall I dread the soft luxurious Tallien?
Th' Adonis Tallien? banquethunting Tallien?
Him, whose heart flutters at the dicebox? Him,
Who ever on the harlots' downy pillow
Resigns his head impure to feverish slumbers!
St. Just. I cannot fear himyet we must not scorn him.
Was it not Antony that conquer'd Brutus,
Th' Adonis, banquethunting Antony?
The state is not yet purified: and though
The stream runs clear, yet at the bottom lies
The thick black sediment of all the factions
It needs no magic hand to stir it up!
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Couthon. O we did wrong to spare themfatal error!
Why lived Legendre, when that Danton died?
And Collot d'Herbois dangerous in crimes?
I've fear'd him, since his iron heart endured
To make of Lyons one vast human shambles.
Compar'd with which the sunscorcht wilderness
Of Zara were a smiling paradise.
St. Just. Rightly thou judgest, Couthon! He is one
Who flies from silent solitary anguish,
Seeking forgetful peace amid the jar
Of elements. The howl of maniac uproar
Lulls to sad sleep the memory of himself.
A calm is fatal to himthen he feels
The dire upboilings of the storm within him.
A tiger mad with inward wounds!I dread
The fierce and restless turbulence of guilt.
Robespierre. Is not the Commune ours? The stern tribunal?
Dumas? and Vivier? Fleuriot? and Louvet?
And Henriot? We'll denounce an hundred, nor
Shall they behold tomorrow's sun roll westward.
Robespierre Junior. NayI am sick of blood; my aching heart
Reviews the long, long train of hideous horrors
That still have gloom'd the rise of the Republic.
I should have died before Toulon, when war
Became the patriot!
Robespierre. Most unworthy wish!
He, whose heart sickens at the blood of traitors,
Would be himself a traitor, were he not
A coward! 'Tis congenial souls alone
Shed tears of sorrow for each other's fate.
O thou art brave, my brother! and thine eye
Full firmly shines amid the groaning battle
Yet in thine heart the womanform of pity
Asserts too large a share, an illtimed guest!
There is unsoundness in the stateTomorrow
Shall see it cleans'd by wholesome massacre!
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Robespierre Junior. Beware! already do the sections murmur
'O the great glorious patriot, Robespierre
The tyrant guardian of the country's freedom!'
Couthon. 'Twere folly sure to work great deeds by halves.
Much I suspect the darksome fickle heart
Of cold Barrere!
Robespierre. I see the villain in him!
Robespierre Junior. If heif all forsake theewhat remains?
Robespierre. Myself! the steelstrong Rectitude of soul
And Poverty sublime 'mid circling virtues!
The giant Victories my counsels form'd
Shall stalk around me with sunglittering plumes,
Bidding the darts of calumny fall pointless.
[Exeunt caeteri. Manet COUTHON.
Couthon (solus). 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 clamours,
Sleeps in thine ear, nor whispersbloodstain'd tyrant!
Yet what is Conscience? Superstition's dream,
Making such deep impression on our sleep
That long th' awakened breast retains its horrors!
But he returnsand with him comes Barrere. [Exit COUTHON.
Enter ROBESPIERRE and BARRERE.
Robespierre. There is no danger but in cowardice.
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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.
Barrere. 'Twill be a pause of terror.
Robespierre. But to whom?
Rather the shortlived slumber of the tempest,
Gathering its strength anew. The dastard traitors!
Moles, that would undermine the rooted oak!
A pause!a moment's pause?'Tis all their life.
Barrere. Yet much they talkand plausible their speech.
Couthon's decree has given such power, that
Robespierre. That what?
Barrere. The freedom of debate
Robespierre. Transparent mask!
They wish to clog the wheels of government,
Forcing the hand that guides the vast machine
To bribe them to their dutyEnglish patriots!
Are not the congregated clouds of war
Black all around us? In our very vitals
Works not the kingbred 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 secretsapping gold?
The first Heavy, but transient as the ills that cause it;
And to the virtuous patriot rendered light
By the necessities that gave it birth:
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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.
Barrere. Are the sections friendly?
Robespierre. There are who wish my ruinbut I'll make them
Blush for the crime in blood!
Barrere. Naybut I tell thee,
Thou art too fond of slaughterand the right
(If right it be) workest by most foul means!
Robespierre. Selfcentering Fear! how well thou canst ape Mercy!
Too fond of slaughter!matchless hypocrite!
Thought Barrere so, when Brissot, Danton died?
Thought Barrere so, when through the streaming streets
Of Paris redeyed Massacre o'erwearied
Reel'd heavily, intoxicate with blood?
And when (O heavens!) in Lyons' deathred 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 mouthpiece of all horrors,
And, like a bloodhound, 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 ofMercy!
Barrere. O prodigality of eloquent anger!
Why now I see thou'rt weakthy case is desperate!
The cool ferocious Robespierre turn'd scolder!
Robespierre. Who from a bad man's bosom wards the blow
Reserves the whetted dagger for his own.
Denouncéd twiceand twice I saved his life! [Exit.
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Barrere. The sections will support themthere's the point!
No! he can never weather out the storm
Yet he is sudden in revengeNo more!
I must away to Tallien. [Exit.
SCENE changes to the house of ADELAIDE.
ADELAIDE enters, speaking to a Servant.
Adelaide. Didst thou present the letter that I gave thee?
Did Tallien answer, he would soon return?
Servant. He is in the Thuillerieswith him Legendre
In deep discourse they seem'd: as I approach'd
He waved his hand as bidding me retire:
I did not interrupt him. [Returns the letter.
Adelaide. Thou didst rightly. [Exit Servant.
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 wingèd hours, that scatter'd roses round me,
Languid and sad drag their slow course along,
And shake big galldrops 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
Of sorrow for a while. [Soft music.
Enter TALLIEN.
Tallien. Music, my love? O breathe again that air!
Soft nurse of pain, it soothe the weary soul
Of care, sweet as the whisper'd breeze of evening
That plays around the sick man's throbbing temples.
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SONG
Tell me, on what holy ground
May domestic peace be found?
Halcyon daughter of the skies,
Far on fearful wing she flies,
From the pomp of scepter'd state,
From the rebel's noisy hate.
In a cottag'd vale she dwells
List'ning to the Sabbath bells!
Still around her steps are seen,
Spotless honor's meeker mien,
Love, the sire of pleasing fears,
Sorrow smiling through her tears,
And conscious of the past employ,
Memory, bosomspring of joy.
Tallien. I thank thee, Adelaide! 'twas sweet, though mournful.
But why thy brow o'ercast, thy cheek so wan?
Thou look'st as a lorn maid beside some stream
That sighs away the soul in fond despairing,
While sorrow sad, like the dank willow near her,
Hangs o'er the troubled fountain of her eye.
Adelaide. 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?
Tallien. 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.
Adelaide. Yetyetbe 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
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Tallien. Hate him as they fear him,
Impatient of the chain, resolv'd and ready.
Adelaide. Th' enthusiast mob, confusion's lawless sons
Tallien. They are aweary of his stern morality,
The fair mask'd offspring of ferocious pride.
The sections too support the delegates:
Allall is ours! e'en now the vital air
Of Liberty, condens'd awhile, is bursting
(Force irresistible!) from its compressure
To shatter the arch chemist in the explosion!
Enter BILLAUD VARENNES and BOURDON L'OISE.
[ADELAIDE retires.
Bourdon l'Oise. 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.
Barrere. 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!
Billaud Varennes. 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 ofNo Tyrant! Down with the Tyrant!
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Tallien. Hear ye that outcry?If the trembling members
Even for a moment hold his fate suspended,
I swear by the holy poniard, that stabbed Caesar,
This dagger probes his heart! [Exeunt omnes.
On to Act Two
ACT II SCENEThe Convention.
Robespierre mounts the Tribune. Once more befits it that the voice of Truth,
Fearless in innocence, though leaguered 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 thro' faction's veil, to flash on crimes
Of deadliest import. Mouldering in the grave
Sleeps Capet's caitiff corse; my daring hand
Levelled to earth his bloodcemented throne,
My voice declared his guilt, and stirred up France
To call for vengeance. I too dug the grave
Where sleep the Girondists, detested band!
Long with the shew of freedom they abused
Her ardent sons. Long time the wellturn'd phrase,
The highfraught sentence and the lofty tone
Of declamation, thunder'd in this hall,
Till reason midst a labyrinth of words
Perplex'd, in silence seem'd to yield assent.
I durst oppose. Soul of my honoured friend,
Spirit of Marat, upon thee I call
Thou know'st me faithful, know'st with what warm zeal
I urg'd the cause of justice, stripp'd the mask
From faction's deadly visage, and destroy'd
Her traitor brood. Whose patriot arm hurl'd down
Hébert and Rousin, and the villain friends
Of Danton, foul apostate! those, who long
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Mask'd treason's form in liberty's fair garb,
Long deluged France with blood, and durst defy
Omnipotence! but I it seems am false!
I am a traitor too! IRobespierre!
Iat 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 accus'd? of what strange crime
Is Maximilian Robespierre accus'd,
That through this hall the buz of discontent
Should murmur? who shall speak?
Billaud Varennes. O patriot tongue
Belying the foul heart! Who was it urg'd
Friendly to tyrants that accurst decree,
Whose influence brooding o'er this hallowed hall,
Has chill'd each tongue to silence? Who destroyed
The freedom of debate, and carried through
The fatal law, that doom'd the delegates,
Unheard before their equals, to the bar
Where cruelty sat throned, and murder reign'd
With her Dumas coequal? Saythou man
Of mighty eloquence, whose law was that?
Couthon. That law was mine. I urged itI propos'd
The voice of France assembled in her sons
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, Robespierreand now
Proclaim thee traitortyrant! [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,
And legalise their murders. I stand here
An isolated patriothemmed around
By faction's noisy pack; beset and bay'd
By the foul hellhounds who know no escape
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From Justice' outstretch'd arm, but by the force
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.
Collot d'Herbois. Novillainy shall fall. France could not brook
A monarch's swaysounds 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
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
Might cope with worthy foes.
People of France,
Hear me! Beneath the vengeance of the law
Traitors have perish'd countless; more survive:
The hydraheaded faction lifts anew
Her daring front, and fruitful from her wounds,
Cautious from past defects, contrives new wiles
Against the sons of Freedom.
Tallien. Freedom lives!
Oppression fallsfor France has felt her chains,
Has burst them too. Who traitorlike stept forth
Amid the hall of Jacobins to save
Camille Desmoulins, and the venal wretch
D'Eglantine?
Robespierre. I didfor I thought them honest.
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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,
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,
Selfwill'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 shine! He the firm patriot,
Thou the foul parricide of Liberty!
Robespierre Junior. Barrereattempt 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
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
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!
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
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With merchant wiles, when sword in hand I led
Your troops to conquest? fought I merchantlike,
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
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
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 traitorsthat our heads must fall
Beneath the axe of death! when Caesarlike
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,
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!
Whatnot one blush of conscience on thy cheek
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,
Think ye I had destroyed the very men
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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?
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
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,
Justice may yet be victor.
Enter ST. JUST, and mounts the Tribune.
St. Just. I come from the Committeecharged to speak,
Of matters of high import. I omit
Their orders. Representatives of France,
Boldly in his own person speaks St. Just
What his own heart shall dictate.
Tallien. Hear ye this,
Insulted delegates of France? St. Just
From your Committee comescomes charg'd to speak
Of matters of high import, yet omits
Their orders! Representatives of France,
That bold man I denounce, who disobeys
The nation's orders.I denounce St. Just. [Loud applauses.
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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!
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
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,
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
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Robespierre is guilty, it befits ye well,
Consider who accuse him. Tallien,
Bourdon of Oisethe very men denounced,
For that 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
Bourdon l'Oise. Whatshall the traitor rear
His head amid our tribuneand blaspheme
Each patriot? shall the hireling slave of faction
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.
Today St. Just comes down. St. Just neglects
What the Committee orders, and harangues
From his own will. O citizens of France
I weep for youI 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.
Billaud Varennes. Shudder, ye representatives of France,
Shudder with horror. Henriot commands
The marshall'd force of Paris. Henriot,
Foul parricidethe sworn ally of Hébert,
Denounced by allupheld by Robespierre.
Who spar'd La Valette? who promoted him,
Stain'd with the deep dye of nobility?
Who to an expeer gave the high command?
Who screen'd from justice the rapacious thief?
Who cast in chains the friends of Liberty?
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Robespierre, the selfstil'd patriot Robespierre
Robespierre, allied with villain Daubigné
Robespierre, the foul archtyrant Robespierre.
Bourdon l'Oise. He talks of virtueof 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 stile thee tyrant, Robespierre! [Loud applauses.
Robespierre. Take back the name. Ye citizens of France
[Violent clamour. Cries ofDown 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!
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! Syllalike thy hand
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 wilessuccess emboldened sin
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,
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 crownéd cockatrices whose foul venom
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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 favour, should delay the sword
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
This day will be for Francefor 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.)
On to Act Three
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Collot d'Herbois. Caesar is fall'n! The baneful tree of Java
Whose deathdistilling boughs drops poisonous dew,
Is rooted from its base. This worse than Cromwell,
The austere, the selfdenying Robespierre,
Even in this hall, where once with terror mute
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.
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 tocsincall all the citizens
To save their countrynever yet has Paris
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.
Enter a Messenger.
Messenger. Robespierre has reach'd the Commune. They espouse
The tyrant's cause. St. Just is up in arms!
St. Justthe young ambitious bold St. Just
Harangues the mob. The sanguinary Couthon
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Thirsts for your blood. [Tocsin rings.
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 nameand when they heard a delegate,
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 Jacobinsthe Club
Espouse the cause of Robespierre.
Enter another Messenger.
Third Messenger. All's lostthe 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. [Loud applauses.
Tallien (addressing the galleries). Citizens!
France is insulted in her delegates
The majesty of the Republic is insulted
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Tyrants are up in arms. An arméd 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.
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 seiz'd him. [Applauses.
Billaud Varennes. 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 soldieryI spake
Of the dictator's crimesof 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 shout burst forth,
'Live the ConventionDown with Robespierre!' [Applauses.
(Shouts from withoutDown with the Tyrant!)
Tallien. I hear, I hear the soulinspiring sounds,
France shall be saved! her generous sons attached
To principles, not persons, spurn the idol
They worshipp'd once. Yes, Robespierre shall fall
As Capet fell! Oh! never let us deem
That France shall crouch beneath a tyrant's throne,
That the almighty people who have broke
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On their oppressors' heads the oppressive chain,
Will court again their fetters! easier were it
To hurl the cloudcapt mountain from its base,
Than force the bonds of slavery upon men
Determined to be free! [Applauses.
Enter LEGENDREa pistol in one hand, keys in the other.
Legendre. (flinging down the keys). Solet the mutinous Jacobins meet now
In the open air. [Loud applauses.
A factious turbulent party
Lording it o'er the state since Danton died,
And with him the Cordeliers.A hireling band
Of loudtongued orators controull'd the Club,
And bade them bow the knee to Robespierre.
Vivier has 'scaped me. Curse his coward heart
This fatefraught tube of Justice in my hand,
I rush'd into the hall. He mark'd mine eye
That beam'd its patriot anger, and flash'd full
With deathdenouncing meaning. 'Mid the throng
He mingled. I pursuedbut stay'd my hand,
Lest happly I might shed the innocent blood. [Applauses.
Freron. They took from me my ticket of admission
Expell'd me from their sittings.Now, forsooth,
Humbled and trembling reinsert my name.
But Freron enters not the Club again
'Till it be purged of guilt:'till, purified
Of tyrants and of traitors, honest men
May breathe the air in safety. [Shouts from without.
Barrere. What means this uproar! if the tyrant band
Should gain the people once again to rise
We are as dead!
Tallien. 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 withoutLive the Convention!Down with the Tyrants!)
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Tallien. 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.
Tallien. 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;
I have, as much as lies in mine own arm,
Hurl'd down the usurper.Come death when it will,
I have lived long enough. [Shouts without.
Barrere. Hark! how the noise increases! through the gloom
Of the still eveningharbinger of death,
Rings the tocsin! the dreadful generale
Thunders through Paris
[Cry withoutDown with the Tyrant!
Enter LECOINTRE.
Lecointre. 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
Scowled round the hall defiance. He relied
On Henriot's aidthe Commune's villain friendship,
And Henriot's boughten succours. Ye have heard
How Henriot rescued himhow with open arms
The Commune welcom'd 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
Inspir'd the men of Paris. Henriot call'd
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'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 Hôtel. We gather'd roundwe call'd
For vengeance! Long time, obstinate in despair,
With knives they hack'd around them. 'Till foreboding
The sentence of the law, the clamorous cry
Of joyful thousands hailing their destruction,
Each sought by suicide to escape the dread
Of death. Lebas succeeded. From the window
Leapt the younger Robespierre, but his fractur'd limb
Forbade to escape. The selfwill'd dictator
Plunged often the keen knife in his dark breast
Yet impotent to die. He lives all mangled
By his own tremulous hand! All gash'd and gored
He lives to taste the bitterness of death.
Even now they meet their doom. The bloody Couthon,
The fierce St. Just, even now attend their tyrant
To fall beneath the axe. I saw the torches
Flash on their visages a dreadful light
I saw them whilst the black blood roll'd adown
Each stern face, even then with dauntless eye
Scowl round contemptuous, dying as they lived
Fearless of fate! [Loud and repeated applauses.
Barrere mounts the Tribune. For ever hallowed be this glorious day,
When Freedom, bursting her oppressive chain,
Tramples on the oppressor. When the tyrant
Hurl'd from his bloodcemented 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 numberswhen 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 reared
Her hated head amongst us. Roland preach'd
Of mercythe uxorious dotard Roland,
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The womangovern'd Roland durst aspire
To govern France; and Petion talk'd of virtue,
And Vergniaud's eloquence, like the honeyed tongue
Of some soft Syren wooed us to destruction.
We triumphed 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 Hébert'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 triumphedtriumph'd long,
Secur'd by matchless villainyby turns
Defending and deserting each accomplice
As interest prompted. In the goodly soil
Of Freedom, the foul tree of treason struck
Its deepfix'd roots, and drops 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 vengeanceshe shall blast
The despot's pride, and liberate the world!
FINIS
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