POTIN.
[Looking after him.]
To lie living, and be a coward—or to lie dead, and be a corpse; that's the riddle.—No! I'll be neither a coward nor a corpse. I'll run away!—run like a brave man, enlist in the army of Vendée, and so escape damnation, and my wife.
[Starts off.]
Liberty, lend thy wings that I may fly—
[NANETTE appears.]
Ye gods!—Fate is false again!