The Fourteenth of July, and Danton: Two Plays of the French RevolutionRolland, Romain
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The Fourteenth of July, and Danton: Two Plays of the French Revolution
Rolland, Romain
France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Drama
JUDGE. You are accused of having kept part of the money
intrusted to you by the State. You have used secret moneys for
the satisfaction of your pleasures. You have levied on Belgium
and brought from Brussels three carriages full of plunder.
DANTON. I have already answered those absurd accusations. When I
was Minister under the Revolution, fifty millions were left to
me. I admit that. I offered to make a strict accounting of them.
Cambon gave me 40,000 livres for secret expenses. Half of this I
spent openly: I gave free rein to Fabre and to Billaud. I used
these funds to help the departments. As to that ridiculous tale
of the archduchess' napkins, which were brought from Belgium,
do you think me a handkerchief thief? My trunks were opened at
Bethune, and I was detained. They found only my own clothes,
and a swanskin corset. Does the corset outrage Robespierre's
modesty? Is that why I am accused?
JUDGE. The charge of embezzlement is proved by your prodigality
of the past two years. Your income was not sufficient, and you
must have taken State money.
DANTON. As a solicitor in the council, I bought a little
property near Arcis. I have assured my mother a small income,
also my father-in-law, and the good woman who brought me
up. These sums are no larger than was my income before the
Revolution. As for the life I led at Paris or at Arcis, possibly
I have riot confined my expenditures to the level of shameful
economy. I do not force my friends when they sup with me to
partake of the meager soup of Mère Duplay. I cannot stint myself
or my friends. Are you not ashamed to trifle with Danton about
how much he drinks or how much he eats? This nasty hypocrisy
is threatening to overwhelm the nation. It blushes for nature,
and hides its face at a real healthy thing. Its virtues are
but negative virtues. So long as a man has a weak stomach
and atrophied senses, lives on a little cheese and sleeps in
a narrow bed, you call him Incorruptible, and imagine that
that is sufficient to allow him to dispense with courage and
intelligence. I detest these anæmic virtues. Virtue means to be
great, for yourself and for the nation. When you have the honor
of holding a great man in your midst, don't begrudge him his
bread. All his needs, his passions, his capacity for sacrifice,
are built on a different plan from that of ordinary men.
Achilles used to eat the whole back of an ox at a single meal.
If Danton requires much to feed his furnace, let him have it
without a murmur. Here, in me, is the vast fire, the flames of
which protect you against prowling beasts that wait their chance
to spring at the throat of the Republic.
JUDGE. You therefore confess?
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