POTIN.
[Pointing to GOUROC.]
Do what you like with him—for such cattle as he deserve to die!
[GOUROC turns and glowers.]
Glare! Who cares? I'm a soldier. 'Tis my turn now!—You shall pay dearly for making me a perjurer!
[To MOB.]
Citizens, this devil here forced me to swear falsely against a patriot.