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ACT II
SCENE — The 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 5
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 blood-cemented throne,
My voice declared his guilt, and stirred up France 10
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 well-turn’d phrase,
The high-fraught sentence and the lofty tone 15
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 — 20
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 25
Of Danton, foul apostate! those, who long
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! I — Robespierre! 30
I — at 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 35
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, 40
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 45
Where cruelty sat throned, and murder reign’d
With her Dumas coequal? Say — thou man
Of mighty eloquence, whose law was that?
Couthon. That law was mine. I urged it — I propos’d —
The voice of France assembled in her sons 50
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, Robespierre — and now 55
Proclaim thee traitor tyrant! [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, 60
And legalise their murders. I stand here
An isolated patriot — hemmed around
By faction’s noisy pack; beset and bay’d
By the foul hell-hounds who know no escape
From Justice’ outstretch’d arm, but by the force 65
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. 70
Collot d’Herbois. No — villainy shall fall. France could not brook
A monarch’s sway — sounds 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 75
Of Hébert thundered out their blasphemies,
And Danton talk’d of virtue?
Robespierre. Oh, that Brissot
Were here again to thunder in this hall,
