THE OLD WOMAN. Dogs of aristocrats!
THE PEOPLE. Swiss pigs!—I know these fellows!—The old lame ones!—The enemy! Kill them! They fired on us! [HOCHE and HULIN, who try to stop the People, are brushed aside by them and thrown against a wall. In the midst of the hubbub, MARAT is seen.] Long live Marat!
MARAT. My children, what are you doing?
THE WOMEN. Kill! Kill!
MARAT. Kill them? What do you want? Would you eat them? [Some of the crowd laugh.]
HULIN. He knows how to handle them: amuse them!
HOCHE. Where is the little girl?
HULIN. The little girl? [HOCHE runs out to look for JULIE.]
DESMOULINS [jumping into their midst]. Stop, comrades, you're killing prisoners!
THE PEOPLE [stopping]. The prisoners?