| Defarge arrives with the news that he captured Foulon, a cold-hearted wealthy man |
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 | Does everybody here recall old Foulon, who told the famished people that they might eat grass, and who died, and went to Hell? | |
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| Everybody! | |
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| The news is of him. He is among us! | |
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| Among us! And dead? | |
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| Not dead! He feared us so much—and with reason—that he caused himself to be represented as dead, and had a grand mock-funeral. But they have found him alive, hiding in the country, and have brought him in. I have seen him but now, on his way to the Hotel de Ville, a prisoner. I have said that he had reason to fear us. Say all! Had he reason? | |
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| See the old villain bound with ropes. That was well done to tie a bunch of grass upon his back. Ha, ha! That was well done. Let him eat it now! | |
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