All eyes were suffused with tears.

"We will die with you," cried Camille Desmoulins, extending his arms towards Robespierre, as though he would fain embrace him.

His excitable and changeable spirit was borne away by the breath of each new enthusiastic impulse.

He passed from the arms of La Fayette into those of Robespierre like a courtezan.
Eight hundred persons rose _en masse_; and by their attitudes, their gestures, their spontaneous and unanimous inspiration, offered one of those most imposing tableaux, that prove how great is the effect of oratory, passion, and circumstance over an assembled people.

After they had all individually sworn to defend Robespierre's life, they were informed of the arrival of the ministers and members of the Assembly who had belonged to the club in '89, and who in this perilous state of their country, had come to fraternise with the Jacobins.
"Monsieur le President," cried Danton, "if the traitors venture to present themselves, I undertake solemnly either that my head shall fall on the scaffold, or to prove that their heads should roll at the feet of the nation they have betrayed." The deputies entered: Danton, recognising La Fayette amongst them, mounted the tribunal, and addressing the general, said:--"It is my turn to speak, and I will speak as though I were writing a history for the use of future ages.