HÉRAULT. That is all.
FOUQUIER-TINVILLE. The next, Herman!
JUDGE [to DESMOULINS, who is next]. Your name and occupations?
CAMILLE [nervously]. Lucie-Camille-Simplice Desmoulins, Deputy to the Convention.
JUDGE. How old are you?
CAMILLE. As old as the sans-culotte Jesus when he was crucified: thirty-three.
JUDGE. You are accused of having sought to bring discredit upon the Republic. You have spoken libelously of the actions of the State, and compared the glory of our time to the nastiness of the Roman emperors. You have reawakened the hopes of the aristocrats, excited suspicion against those who saw the necessity of putting down rebellion, and undermined the work of national defense. Under your mask of humanity, which is belied by your character as already known, you have tried to release from prison the suspects, and overwhelm the State with a counter-revolution. What have you to say in your defense?
CAMILLE [deeply agitated, tries to answer, but can only stutter. He puts his hand to his forehead. His friends look at him in anxiety]. I ask for mercy. I don't know what's the matter—with me! I—I can't speak.
JUDGE. Do you confess having done these things?
CAMILLE. No, no.