]
You're ten to one.--Come on, you civil rulers, and take him if you
can.
CARRAC.
This is treason!
SCARLOTTE.
Aye--treason!--Treason!
[_The_ MOB _groan_.
POTIN.
Soldiers have no rulers but their officers!
CARRAC.
Someone go for General Kleber. Bid him come at once--to quell this
mutiny.
SCARLOTTE.
I will bring him.
[_Crosses_.]
Death to all who dare to balk the people's will!
[_Exit_.
BOURDOTTE.
Meantime, Citizen Carrac, we have some prisoners here at hand that we
can dispatch at once.
CARRAC.
How many?
BOURDOTTE.
Five.--Two men, and three women--perfect beauties!
CARRAC.
Bravo! Their beauty and their lives are ours!
[_Cheers from_ MOB.]
Bring them in!
[_Exeunt eight_ SANS CULOTTES.]
Citizens, we've won to-day a glorious victory.
POTIN.
There he goes boasting, when he never struck a blow.
CARRAC.
Let's complete our triumph--prove our power--
MOB.
Bravo!--Bravo!
CARRAC.
You are the people!--You are France!--Let the Nation voice her will
through you.--What shall we do with our prisoners?
BOURDOTTE.
Kill them.
MOB.
Aye--kill them--kill them!
BOURDOTTE.
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