THE FALL OF ROBESPIERRE; AN HISTORIC DRAMA. DEDICATION. TO H. MARTIN, ESQ. OF JESUS COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE. DEAR SIR, ACCEPT, as a small testimony of my grateful attachment, the follow ing Dramatic Poem, in which I have endeavoured to detail, in an in teresting form, the fall of a man, whose great bad actions have cast a disastrous lustre on his name. In the execution of the work, as intri cacy of plot could not have been attempted without a gross violation of recent facts, it has been my sole aim to imitate the impassioned and highly figurative language of the French Orators, and to develop the characters of the chief actors on a vast stage of horrors. Yours fraternally, JESUS COLLEGE, September 22, 1774. S. T. COLERIDGE THE FALL OF ROBESPIERRE. ACT 1. SCENE I.-The Tuilleries. Barrere. The tempest gathers-be it mine to seek But where? and how? I fear the Tyrant's soul- And rising awful mid impending ruins; In splendour gloomy, as the midnight meteor, I know he scorns me-and I feel, I hate him-- (Exit.) (Enter TALLIEN and LEGENDRE.) Tal. It was Barrere, Legendre! didst thou mark him? Abrupt he turn'd, yet linger'd as he went, And towards us cast a look of doubtful meaning. Leg. I mark'd him well. I met his eye's last glance, Methought he would have spoke-but that he dared not- Tal. "Twas all distrusting guilt that kept from bursting Ever prepared to sting who shelters him. Each thought, each action in himself converges; Tal. Yet much depends upon him-well you know With truth-mix'd falsehood. They, led on by him O Danton! murdered friend! assist my counsels- And pour thy daring vengeance in my heart. Beholds the Tyrant living-we are dead! Tal. Yet his keen eye that flashes mighty meanings- And seek for courage e'en in cowardice, But see-hither he comes-let us away! His brother with him, and the bloody Couthon, And high of haughty spirit, young St Just. (Exeunt.) (Enter ROBESPIERRE, COUTHON, ST JUST, and ROBESPIERRE junior.) Rob. What did La Fayette fall before my power? And did I conquer Roland's spotless virtues? Resigns his head impure to feverish slumbers! St Just. I cannot fear him-yet we must not scorn him Was it not Antony that conquer'd Brutus, Th' Adonis, banquet-hunting Antony? The state is not yet purified: and though The stream runs clear, yet at the bottom lies It needs no magic hand to stir it up! Cou. O we did wrong to spare them-fatal error! To make of Lyons one vast human shambles, St Just. Rightly thou judgest, Couthon! He is one. Of elements. The howl of maniac uproar A calm is fatal to him-Then he feels The dire upboilings of the storm within him. I dread The fierce and restless turbulence of guilt. Rob. Is not the commune ours? The stern tribunal ? Dumas? and Viviar? Fleuriot? and Louvet? And Henriot? We'll denounce a hundred, nor Shall they behold to-morrow's sun roll westward. Rob. jun. Nay-I am sick of blood; my aching heart Reviews the long, long train of hideous herrors That still have gloom'd the rise of the republic. I should have died before Toulon, when war Became the patriot! He, whose heart sickens at the blood of traitors, Rob. jun. Beware! already do the sections murmur "O the great glorious patriot, Robespierre The tyrant guardian of the country's freedom!" Cou. "Twere folly sure to work great deeds by halves; Much I suspect the darksome fickle heart Rob. jun. If he-if all forsake thee-what remains? Shall stalk around me with sun-glittering plumes, Cou. (solus). So we deceive ourselves! What goodly virtues Bloom on the poisonous branches of ambition! Still, Robespierre! thou'lt guard thy country's freedom To despotize in all the patriot's pomp. While Conscience, 'mid the mob's applauding clamours, That long th' awaken'd breast retains its horrors ! But he returns-and with him comes Barrere. (Exit COUTHON) (Enter ROBESPIERRE and BARRERE ) Rob. There is no danger but in cowardice.- The cold and trembling treachery of these members. Rob. A pause!-a moment's pause !-'Tis all their life. Rob. Bar. The freedom of debate- That what? Transparent mask! |