“Tell—tell it us, great—great legislator!” said Camille, totally disregarding the cries for silence.
“I say that the form of government should be monarchical,” continued Marat; “that Monarchy is the guiding-star of France, and that the person of the King should be sacred, only to be approached through the medium of his ministers.”
“Ah, aristocrat!” cried Camille.
“M. Danton,” cried Marat, furiously, “it is my turn to speak, and I demand silence!”
“Silence! silence!” again cried the crowd.
“Citizen Camille,” said Danton, in a voice as satirical as that of the man whom he reproved, “I call you to order!”
“Then ask the speaker,” said the imperturbable Camille, “to give us part of his plans for the legislation.”
“Firstly,” cried Marat, “I demand that the blasphemer’s tongue be cut out!”
“Well, cut my to-to-to-tongue out! I blas-blas-blaspheme! I say Marat is a fool!”