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Mackaye, Steele, 1844?-1894

"Representative Plays by American Dramatists: 1856-1911: Paul Kauvar; or, Anarchy"

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Dead.--Dead as potted pork.

CARRAC.
And the people cheated of their just revenge!
CITIZENS _bear_ GOUROC'S _body off_.

BOURDOTTE.
Ah, look, we have still the old Aristo and his daughter!

MOB.
Aye!--Aye! Away with them! Away with them!
[_They rush on the_ DUKE _and_ DIANE.

PAUL.
My God! Will this hour never end?

CARRAC.
[_To the_ MOB.]
Here! Strip her! Drive her to her death!
[_The_ MOB _howls_.--DIANE _breaks from_ CARRAC.--_Bell tolls_.

PAUL.
[_With a cry of joy_.]
The hour strikes!--I'm free!
[CARRAC _seizes_ DIANE _again and drags her to the centre of the
stage.
Rushing from his concealed position_, PAUL _tears_ DIANE, _fainting,
from the arms of_ CARRAC, _whom he flings to the ground--warning back
the_ MOB, _who pause for a moment, staring in amazement_.

BOURDOTTE.
Ha--the brigand--kill him!--

MOB.
[_Advancing_.]
Kill him!--Kill him!

POTIN.
[_Aiming, with_ SOLDIERS.]
Halt!--He is our prisoner.
[_The_ MOB _recoil_.

PAUL.
[_Flinging off his coat and hat_.]
No! Not your prisoner! Your officer!--Captain on Kleber's staff:
Captain Paul Kauvar.

DIANE.
[_With a cry--quivering, incredulous_.


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