noon
All the more decent folk among them were lying wounded in different houses , and scarcely any of their chiefs were left afoot but the Duke of Beaufort , with his handsome face and his fine curls of flaxen hair , looking like a king , but good for nothing but to be a king of ruffians . What does the Prince do but go to the Hotel de Ville with the Duke of Orleans and Beaufort , at six o'clock in the evening of the 4th of July , under pretence of thanking the magistrates and deputies of letting him in . Then he demanded of them to proclaim that the King was a prisoner in Mazarin 's hands , and to throw themselves into the war . They would do no such thing , nor let themselves be intimidated , whereupon the Prince went out on the steps , and shouted to his rabble rout , where there were plenty of soldiers in disguise , who had been drinking ever since noon : ` These gentlemen will do nothing for us , ' he cried . ` Do what you like with them . ' And then , like a coward , he got into a carriage with Monsieur and drove off , while M. de Beaufort , in a mercer 's shop , acted general to the mob , who filled the whole place . It was a regular storm .