devil are you doing there? What's all this talking! You're disturbing the peace! Make way, there! Go back home!
The People. There's that damned Bourgeois Guard again!—Down with them!—Disturb the peace? That's good!—We're defending Paris!
Gonchon. That's not your affair.
The People [indignantly]. Not our affair?
Gonchon [with vehemence]. That's not your affair. That's our business, and ours alone. We are the Permanent Committee on defense. Damn you, get out of here!
Desmoulins [coming close to him]. Why, it's Gonchon!
Gonchon [stumbling]. Ten thousand devils! For God's sake, what sons of dogs have put up that thing, torn up the street, and stopped traffic! Knock that down, do you hear!
The People [furiously]. Knock down our barricade? Try it!
The Carpenter. Listen to me, Captain, and attend to what I say. We'll agree to go away and not question the Committee's orders, even though they're given by fools. There must be discipline in war-time; we're willing to submit, but if you touch one stone of our fortification, we'll smash the faces of you and the rest of your monkeys.
The People. Tear down our barricade?
Gonchon. Who said anything about tearing it down? Are we masons? We have something better to do. Make way now!
