HOCHE. The Bastille must fall, and fall it will. The gods are with us.
HULIN [with a shrug]. What gods?
HOCHE. Justice, Reason. Bastille, you will fall!
THE PEOPLE. You will fall!
HULIN. I'd rather see a few real allies. I don't believe in it. Never mind, it shall never be said that any one got ahead of me. I'll even be the first to march against it. Perhaps you know better than I what must be done, but I'll do it. So, you want to attack the Bastille, you fools? Forward!
HOCHE. By God, you can do anything simply by saying it's possible! [GONCHON returns with his patrol.]
GONCHON. Still here! The damned vermin! Chase them from one place and they go to another. So this is how you obey me? Didn't I command you to go home? [Taking a man by the collar.] You heard me! I know you, you were here before! You rascal, I've had enough of you, and I'm going to arrest you. I'll arrest you all. It's our business to maintain order. Every citizen abroad at night without a passport is open to suspicion.
HOCHE [laughing]. The beast wants to cheat the people!
MARAT. Who is this traitor who pretends to speak for the People? By what right does his odious voice give orders to the Nation? I know that big fellow, with a face like Silenus, puffy from long indulgence, and sweating from debauchery. Does this monopolist believe he has a monopoly over our Revolution? Can he lord it over us as he does over his Palais-Royal orgies? Get out, or I will arrest you in the name of the Sovereign People!
GONCHON [stammering], I—I am the representative of power. I have been appointed by the Central Committee.