GONCHON. The Society of the Men of Nature—
DESMOULINS. Women of Nature!
GONCHON. A very bad joke. If you haven't enough shame to respect a respectable man, you might at least respect the sign beneath the egis of which stands my house.
DESMOULINS [without looking]. What sign? "The Forty Thieves"?
GONCHON [furiously]. "The Great Necker"!
DESMOULINS. That is rather hard on him, Gonchon. [He looks at the sign.] What is on the other side?
GONCHON. Nothing.
DESMOULINS. I see another picture.
GONCHON. The Duc d'Orléans—two sides of the same head.
DESMOULINS. The front and the back! [The bystanders laugh. GONCHON, with his associates, advances upon DESMOULINS.] Very well! I advise you not to drive me to crush you with my Pretorian Guard! Do you want a certificate of citizenship? Oh, Janus Gonchon, I make you a present of it. You give bread to every sneak in Paris, and take it from the honest people, so that they have only one desire: to go and fight. Audax et edax. Long live the Revolution!