A cry of anguish rises to Robespierre's lips. "Villains! Wretches!" he gasps.
But his voice is again drowned.
"You are the villain! To death with the tyrant! To death with him! To the vote for his arrest! To the vote for his arrest!"
Robespierre, now completely exhausted, makes one supreme effort, addressing himself to Thuriot, who is still vainly trying to restore silence with his bell.
"President of assassins, for the last time I demand the right of speech."
"No! No!" cry all the deputies.
"Then decree my murder...."
But his voice breaks, and the last word is lost in a hoarse cry.
"It is Danton's blood that chokes you!"
Robespierre, livid at the taunt, turns to the interrupter.