Vadier. Good. And don't hesitate; if the prosecutor flinches, arrest him. [He closes the wicket.]
Hérault [looking at the crowd]. See the people gape at us!
Danton [really ashamed, but with a forced laugh]. They're not used to seeing this old face of mine on this infamous bench. It's not an ordinary sight! Danton at the mercy of a pack of charlatans. Ha, ha! I must laugh! Look at David over there; his tongue sticks out from sheer hatred, like a dog's. Good God, Camille, pull yourself together! What the devil, the people are looking at us!
Camille. Ah, Danton, I shall never see my Lucile again!
Danton. Nonsense! You'll sleep in her arms tonight.
Camille. Get me away from here, Danton; save me. I don't know what to do. I can never defend myself!
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?
