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
THE MAN. Don't blame them. It's a fine thing to be able to
speak. I tell you, there are words he uses that catch you
way-down inside. They make the shivers run up your spine. They
make you cry, they'd make you even kill your father; and they
make you feel as strong as the whole world; make you feel like
the good God Himself. Each man has his own work to do. They do
the thinking for us; we've got to do our part for them.
HULIN. What do you want to do? Look. [_He indicates the
Bastille._]
THE MAN. Lights on the left tower. They're not sleeping any more
than we, up there. They're fixing up their cannon.
HULIN. What do you intend to do with them? You can't resist them.
THE MAN. That remains to be seen.
HULIN. What do you mean?
THE MAN. I mean, that remains to be seen. Two small make one
great.
HULIN. You are an optimist.
THE MAN. It's my character.
HULIN. It doesn't seem to have agreed with you, however.
THE MAN [_good-naturedly_]. But I am naturally an optimist. Luck
and I are not close relatives. As long as I can remember, I
never got anything I wanted. [_Laughing._] Good Lord, I've had
bad luck enough in my life! Everything isn't pleasure; life is a
mixture. But I don't care: I'm always hoping, and sometimes I'm
wrong. This time, Hulin, something good's come to me. The wind
has shifted, and luck is with us.
HULIN [_chaffingly_]. Luck? You'd better ask it to warm you up a
bit first.
THE MAN [_looking at his naked feet_]. I'd rather wear these
shoes than the King's. I'd go this way to Vienna or Berlin, if
necessary, to teach those kings a lesson.
HULIN. Haven't you enough to do here?
THE MAN. That won't last forever, When we're through here, and
have cleaned up Paris and France, why not go the lot of us,
arm-in-arm, soldiers, bourgeois, Tom, Dick, and Harry, and clean
up Europe? We aren't selfish: we don't want all the fun for
ourselves. You know, every time I learn something new, I want
to tell it to others. Ever since these things began to stir in
me--Liberty, and all this damned fine stuff--I feel I've just
got to tell it to everybody, and spout it everywhere. God, if
the others are like me, we'll do great things. I can already see
the ground trembling under our feet, and Europe boiling like
wine in a vat. People are falling on our necks. It's like little
brooks rushing down to meet the river. We're a great river,
washing everything clean.
HULIN. Say, are you sick?
THE MAN. I? I'm as well as a cabbage.
HULIN. And yet you dream?
THE MAN. All the time. It's good, too. If you dream enough, you
end by getting something of what you're dreaming about. Hey,
Hulin, what do you say? Won't it be a fine march? Aren't you
coming with us?
HULIN. As soon as you've taken Vienna and Berlin, I'll keep
watch over them.
THE MAN. Don't joke. Who knows?
HULIN. Anything can happen--
THE MAN. Anything you wish for happens.
HULIN. Meantime I'd like to know what's going to happen right
now.
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