ADELAIDE.

Yet ­ yet ­ be cautious! much I fear the Commune ­
The tyrant's creatures, and their fate with his
Fast link'd in close indissoluble union.
The pale Convention ­

TALLIEN.

Hate him as they fear him,
Impatient of the chain, resolved and ready.

ADELAIDE.

Th' enthusiast mob, confusion's lawless sons ­

TALLIEN.

They are aweary of his stern morality,
The fair-mask'd offspring of ferocious pride.
The Sections too support the delegates:
All ­ all is ours! e'en now the vital air
Of Liberty, condens'd awhile, is bursting
(Force irresistible!) from its compressure ­
To shatter the arch chemist in the explosion!

Enter

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