Camille. You made me nervous just now.
Lucile. I'm sorry.
Camille. One must say what one thinks. And then— [With a shrug.] Oh, I have nothing to fear: he really likes me, and he will defend me.
Lucile. Still, I'm afraid.
Camille. He is more afraid than we: Danton's voice has proved effective. He is one of those men who need to fear those they love. Well, we must see our friends, and come to an understanding. Let us lose no time. Come, Danton.
Danton [who sits, preoccupied]. Yes. Where are we going?
Camille. To join Philippeaux and Westermann, and save Hérault.
Danton. Tomorrow—tomorrow.
Camille. Tomorrow will be too late.
Danton [very sad—affectionately]. Lucile, read me something; sing to me; console me.
Lucile. What is the matter with you? [She stands behind him and leans on his shoulder. He takes her hand and presses it to his cheek.]
Danton. Oh, Republic! Destroying herself! Destroying her own handiwork. Victors or victims, what difference does it make? Victims in either case!
Camille. In either case, victors, crowned with Glory!
Danton [rising—violently]. Come, then, and may the Republic confound the world with the echo of her fall!
