Applauses
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FRERON.
They took from me my ticket of admission
Expell'd me from their sittings. Now, forsooth,
Humbled and trembling re-insert my name.
But Freron enters not the club again
Till it be purged of guilt till, purified
Of tyrants and of traitors, honest men
May breathe the air in safety.
Shouts from without.
BARRERE.
What means this uproar! if the tyrant band
Should gain the people once again to rise
We are as dead!
TALLIEN.
And wherefore fear we death?
Did Brutus fear it? or the Grecian friends
Who buried in Hipparchus' breast the sword,
And died triumphant? Caesar should fear death,
Brutus must scorn the bugbear.
Shouts from without