DANTON. Weaker than a girl! Keep a stiff upper lip, and remember that we are making history. CAMILLE. What do I care for history? DANTON. If you want to see Lucile, don't sit there looking like a criminal! What the devil are you looking at? CAMILLE. Look, Danton, there-- DANTON. What? What is it? CAMILLE. Near the window--that young man-- DANTON. That impudent rascal, with a shock of hair over his eyes, that law-clerk with his arm around a woman's waist? CAMILLE. Nothing--nothing--hallucinations: I saw, I thought I saw--myself-- DANTON. Yourself? CAMILLE. I imagined I was in his place, at the trial of the Girondins--my victims--Oh, Danton! [_Meanwhile the documents have been handed to all the jurymen._] JUDGE. Fabre, do you still deny the accusations? FABRE D'EGLANTINE [_quietly, ironically, but wearily_] There is no need of my explaining it all again: you would refuse to listen; you have already made up your mind. I showed you just now that the true version of the decree which I made out had been changed, added to, and corrected, by traitors. That is evident to any one who will take the trouble to look at the papers dispassionately and in a spirit of justice. But there is no one of that sort here: I know very well that I was condemned in advance. I was unlucky enough to incur Robespierre's displeasure, and it is your business to pander to his egotism. I know this is the end. But I am tired of life, it has brought me too much suffering for me to make an effort to preserve it. FOUQUIER-TINVILLE. You are outraging justice, and you slander Robespierre. It is not Robespierre who accuses you of corruption: it is Cambon. It is not Robespierre who accuses you of conspiracy: it is Billaud-Varenne. Your propensity for intrigue is well-known. It has often led you to plot and conspire and write dangerous plays. FABRE D'EGLANTINE. Silence! _Ne sutor ultra crepidam._ Messieurs, you my audience, I call you to witness: have not my plays diverted you? Fouquier can take my head from me, but not my _Philinte!_