GEORG BRANDES
Commissaire. I arrest this man in the name of the law.
Grasset (laughs). It is we who make the laws, you blockheads! Out with the rabble! He who kills a duke is a friend of the people. Vive la Liberté!
Albin (draws his sword). Make way! Follow me, my friends! [Léocadie rushes in over the steps.]
Voices. His wife!
Léocadie. Let me in here. I want my husband! (She comes to the front, sees, and shrieks out.) Who has done this? Henri! [Henri looks at her.]
Léocadie. Why have you done this?
Henri. Why?
Léocadie. I know why. Because of me. Nay, nay, say not 'twas because of me. Never in all my life have I been worth that.
Grasset (begins a speech). Citizens of Paris, we will celebrate our victory. Chance has led us on our way through the streets of Paris to this amiable host. It could not have fitted in more prettily. Nowhere can the cry "Vive la Liberté!" ring sweeter than over the corpse of a duke.