Danton. Later.
Philippeaux. But your enemies are plotting. Billaud-Varenne is saying things against you. Vadier is making jokes about your quick demise. Reports of your arrest are circulating in Paris.
Danton [with a shrug]. Nonsense! They wouldn't dare!
Philippeaux. Do you know what Vadier says? I hardly dare repeat it. He said, "We'll soon gut that fat turbot."
Danton [enraged]. Did Vadier say that? Well, tell that blackguard that I'll eat his brain, and grind his skull to powder! The moment I begin fighting for my life, I am worse than a cannibal! [He flies into a rage.]
Westermann. At last! Now, come!
Danton. Where?
Westermann. Speak before the clubs, inspire the people, overthrow the Committees, put down Robespierre.
Danton. No.
Philippeaux. Why not?
Danton. Later. I don't want to.
Camille. You're injuring yourself, Danton.
Westermann. It makes me rage when I see these good people afraid to act. What fiendish poison is in the air, keeping you people, whose heads are already in the noose, from moving a leg, from fighting, or at least running away? I've done all I could. I leave you; I'll find Robespierre, whom you are all afraid of—Yes, you are, though you joke about it; your very
