CHAPTER 7.IV.
Ombra piu che di notte, in cui di luce Raggio misto non e; ....
Ne piu il palagio appar, ne piu le sue Vestigia; ne dir puossi--egli qui fue.
-- "Ger.

Lib.", canto xvi.-lxix.
(Darkness greater than of night, in which not a ray of light is mixed;...The palace appears no more: not even a vestige,--nor can one say that it has been.) The clubs are noisy with clamorous frenzy; the leaders are grim with schemes.

Black Henriot flies here and there, muttering to his armed troops, "Robespierre, your beloved, is in danger!" Robespierre stalks perturbed, his list of victims swelling every hour.

Tallien, the Macduff to the doomed Macbeth, is whispering courage to his pale conspirators.
Along the streets heavily roll the tumbrils.

The shops are closed,--the people are gorged with gore, and will lap no more.