Grasset. And how did I bear myself?
Lebrêt. Splendidly.
Grasset. Do you hear, Prosper? I placed myself on the table—I looked like a monument—indeed I did—and all the thousands—five thousands, ten thousands, assembled round me—just as they had done before round Camille Desmoulins—and cheered me.
Lebrêt. It was a louder cheer,
Grasset. Indeed it was ... not much louder, but it was louder. And now they're all moving toward the Bastille ... and I make bold to say they have followed my call. I swear to you before the evening is out we shall have it.
Host. Yes, to be sure, if the walls fall down before your speeches!
Grasset. What—speeches—are you deaf? 'Tis a case of shooting now. Our valiant soldiers are there. They have the same hellish fury against the accursed prison as we have. They know that their brothers and fathers sit imprisoned behind those walls.... But there would have been no shooting if we had not spoken. My dear Prosper, great is the power of intellect. There—(to Lebrêt) where are the papers?
Lebrêt. Here! (Pulls pamphlets out of his pocket.)
Grasset. Here are the latest pamphlets which have just been distributed in the Palais-Royal. Here is one by my friend Cerutti—"Memorial for the French People;" here is one by Desmoulins, who certainly speaks better than he writes—"Free France."
Host. When's your own pamphlet going to appear—the one you're always talking about, you know?