[SOLDIERS aim;—the MOB fall back.]
You're ten to one.—Come on, you civil rulers, and take him if you can.
CARRAC.
This is treason!
SCARLOTTE.
Aye—treason!—Treason!
[The MOB groan.
POTIN.
Soldiers have no rulers but their officers!
[SOLDIERS aim;—the MOB fall back.]
You're ten to one.—Come on, you civil rulers, and take him if you can.
This is treason!
Aye—treason!—Treason!
[The MOB groan.
Soldiers have no rulers but their officers!