Father! You hear? It is to him that we owe our agony!--One of your own race. POTIN. Kauvar was his friend--this dog betrayed him! NANETTE. Yes, while he himself was all the time a Marquis in disguise. PAUL. He, my friend--a traitor! CARRAC. Death to the brigand! MOB. Death to him! To the river! Drown him! [_They seize_ GOUROC. GOUROC. [_Breaking away from them_.] Fiends--I defy you, and escape you! [_Draws pistol, fires, and falls dead_. BOURDOTTE. [_Feeling_ GOUROC'S _breast_.] 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_.] Paul!--Alive! PAUL. Heaven is merciful at last! [_He takes her in his arms_. POTIN. By the gods, it is!--The Citizen Kauvar! GOUJON. Then La Rochejacquelein has got away? CARRAC. [_Rising, to_ PAUL.] If you are a soldier of the Republic, how is it we find you in the coat of a brigand? PAUL. That's my affair, not yours. CARRAC. What! You refuse to answer? [_Coming close to_ PAUL.] Do you know who I am? PAUL. [_With quiet, increasing intensity, before which_ CARRAC _is utterly cowed_.] Yes,--Carrac--an anarchist--a fiend--in the name of liberty invoking the tyranny of terror! An assassin--shouting fraternity and committing fratricide! A libertine--claiming equality with the good, while ravishing the pure! A monster--part vulture, part toad--who, in the holy name of progress, makes our Country and our Cause revolting to the world! BOURDOTTE. Ha! See! Carrac recoils! He's found his match at last!-- [MOB _laugh and jeer_. SCARLOTTE. [_Appearing_.] Room there!--Room for General Kleber. MOB. [_Falling back on both sides_.] Kleber!--Kleber!--Long live Kleber! KLEBER. [_Entering with three_ OFFICERS.] I am told there is mutiny--treason here. Who and where are the accused? CARRAC. [_Pointing at_ PAUL.] There stands the worst of them! KLEBER. [_Astounded_]