is George Leblanc--and I, Citizen Gouroc of the Committee of Public Safety. [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. The prisoner. CARRAC. Ah, ha! It seems he knows these citizens.--In the name of the law and the Republic, I summon instantly as a witness Henri de la Rochejacquelein. DIANE. My cousin captured? [_All turn toward her, amazed_. GOUROC. [_Starting_.] My God!--We're lost! CARRAC. So--the prisoner is the beauty's cousin. [_To_ GOUROC.] Traitor! You have lied!--This convicts you all. MOB. To the guillotine!--To the guillotine! BOURDOTTE. No! A marriage! A Republican marriage! MOB. Aye! A marriage! marriage! [BOURDOTTE _drags forth_ NANETTE. NANETTE. What are you going to do? BOURDOTTE. Tie you to this man and throw you in the river.--That's the way we marry Royalists! [_The_ MOB _laugh mockingly_. NANETTE. [_Shrieking_.] Help! POTIN. [_Exploding_.] Damnation!--Tongue or no tongue, I must save her. [_Bounds forward and frees his wife_.] Nanette! NANETTE. [_Joyfully embracing_ POTIN.] Dodolphe! CARRAC. What does this mean? POTIN. This is my wife; the wife of a soldier of the Republic, and so, sacred to her country. SOLDIERS. Aye! Aye! POTIN. [_Pointing to_ GOUROC.] Do what you like with him--for such cattle as he deserve to die! [GOUROC _turns and glowers_.] Glare! Who cares? I'm a soldier. 'Tis my turn now!--You shall pay dearly for making me a perjurer! [_To_ MOB.] Citizens, this devil here forced me to swear falsely against a patriot. BOURDOTTE. When was this? POTIN. Three months ago in Paris.--I was secretary to my Section.--This man had a blank warrant signed by our president, Paul Kauvar.--He made me fill it in with the name of the Duc de Beaumont--and, after, falsely swear that Kauvar had ordered the arrest. [_Cries of execration from the_ MOB. DIANE.