power with the Achæans, I allow that power to weigh heavy on their puny shoulders.
Camille. The first use they will make of it will be against you. The whole pack of Vadier's men will be down upon you.
Danton. I'll attend to them! I am used to fighting monsters. When I was a child, I struggled with bulls. This broken nose of mine, this torn lip, this battered face—it all bears marks of their horns. One day I chased some wild pigs through the woods, and they bit my stomach. I'm not afraid of Vadiers. And besides, they are too afraid.
Camille. But what if they did dare? They have recalled Saint-Just from the army in order to reassure themselves. They say they are waiting for his return to begin action.
Danton. Well, if they push me too far, on their heads be it! I have a thick skin, and I am not easily insulted, but the day I throw myself upon them I shan't stop until the last one is laid low. The dirty scoundrels! I could make a mouthful of the lot of them! [Lucile runs into the room, goes to Camille, and says in a frightened voice:]
Lucile. Robespierre! [Enter Robespierre, reserved and impassive; he glances about quickly and cautiously, and makes no other movement.]
Camille [cordially, but a little ironically, as he greets Robespierre]. My dear Maximilien, you come in the nick of time. You have been uppermost in our conversation during the past hour.
Danton [embarrassed]. How are you, Robespierre?
