[CARRAC _and_ MOB _draw back with astonishment_.
PAUL.
[_Aside_.]
And Diane!--Is she there?--I must see!
[_Starts, stops_.]
No, no!--They would know me; the hour is not up!
CARRAC.
You, Citizen Gouroc?--I don't believe it.
GOUROC.
[_Holding out papers_.]
Here are our credentials.
CARRAC.
They may be forgeries.
MOB.
Aye--forgeries! forgeries!
CARRAC.
[_To the_ MOB.]
Silence! While we proceed in our examination.
[_The_ MOB _utter low murmurs_. CARRAC _turns to_ NANETTE.]
Who are you?
NANETTE.
[_Advancing defiantly_.]
I am Citizeness Nanette Potin.
POTIN.
[_Aside_.]
My wife!--
[_Sneaks behind comrades_.
CARRAC.
Ha, wait!
[_Seeing_ DIANE, _he drags her forth_.]
By the gods!--here's a feast for Jupiter himself.--Speak out,
delicious wench, and tell us who you are.
DIANE.
I am Diane--
GOUROC.
[_Interrupting quickly_.]
She is Diane Gouroc.--
[_Pointing at the_ DUKE.]
His daughter and my wife.
PAUL.
[_Exploding_.]
Liar!
[_All start and turn toward_ PAUL, _who speaks aside_.]
God help me!--I forget; the hour is not ended.
CARRAC.
Who is it calls this citizen a liar?
GOUJON.
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