]
You do know! I can see by the wag of your head you know, and I mean
to make you tell me!--But I can't stop now; I'm here to see Mam'selle
Diane; where is she?
POTIN.
[_Pointing to cell_.]
There--with her father.
NANETTE.
I'll be back soon, and then I'll give you a piece of my mind.
POTIN.
Give me peace if you like, dear, but keep the mind for yourself;
you've none to spare.
NANETTE.
Woe to you when next we meet!
[_She flounces out_.
POTIN.
Yes, it's woe to me whene'er we meet!--But now to fly; I've no time
to lose; between my wife and Gouroc, I shall go cracked. So here's for
liberty, and Vendee!
[_Exit into his room_.
_Enter_ GOUROC, _followed by_ GUARDS _escorting_ MARDOCHE.
GOUROC.
[_To_ GUARDS.]
You may leave the prisoner with me.
[_Exit_ GUARDS.]
And so, Mardoche, you have been tried and condemned.
MARDOCHE.
Yes. Accused by beasts, tried by fools, and condemned by assassins.
GOUROC.
And of what were you accused?
MARDOCHE.
I was a quiet cobbler; I made shoes for Jacobins that pinched their
toes, so I was accused of sympathy with aristocrats.
GOUROC.
Is this all the cry they raised against you?
MARDOCHE.
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