You have the version from Estellacat, I just wanted to offer the version I've translated from Camille's letter to his father regarding July 12.
Sunday, all Paris was appalled by the dismissal of M. Necker. My emotions were aflame; no one was taking up arms. I joined them, they saw my zeal, they surrounded me, they pressed me to climb upon a table. In a minute I was surrounded by six thousand people. “Citizens,” I said, “You know that the nation had demanded that Necker remain, that a monument be built for him. They have chased him off! It is a slap in your face! After this coup, they will dare to do anything and maybe tonight they are plotting a Saint-Bartholomew’s Day Massacre of patriots!” I was choking under a wave of ideas besieging me, I was ranting. “To arms,” I cried, “To arms! Let us wear green cockades, the color of hope.” I remember that I finished with these words: “The despicable police are here! Let them see me, let them observe me well! Yes, it is I who call my brothers to liberty!” Raising a pistol, I said, “At least they will not take me alive, I know how to die gloriously. There’s nothing they can do to me that’s worse than watching France become a slave!” Then I descended, I was embraced, I was smothered in people’s arms. “My friend,” each person said to me, “We are going to protect you, we will not abandon you, we will follow you.” I said I didn’t want to command and that I only wanted to be a soldier of the country. I took a green ribbon and I attached it to my hat. How fast the blaze spread!
You can mix them as you feel fit. I'm sure Camille did. ;-)
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Sunday, all Paris was appalled by the dismissal of M. Necker. My emotions were aflame; no one was taking up arms. I joined them, they saw my zeal, they surrounded me, they pressed me to climb upon a table. In a minute I was surrounded by six thousand people. “Citizens,” I said, “You know that the nation had demanded that Necker remain, that a monument be built for him. They have chased him off! It is a slap in your face! After this coup, they will dare to do anything and maybe tonight they are plotting a Saint-Bartholomew’s Day Massacre of patriots!” I was choking under a wave of ideas besieging me, I was ranting. “To arms,” I cried, “To arms! Let us wear green cockades, the color of hope.” I remember that I finished with these words: “The despicable police are here! Let them see me, let them observe me well! Yes, it is I who call my brothers to liberty!” Raising a pistol, I said, “At least they will not take me alive, I know how to die gloriously. There’s nothing they can do to me that’s worse than watching France become a slave!” Then I descended, I was embraced, I was smothered in people’s arms. “My friend,” each person said to me, “We are going to protect you, we will not abandon you, we will follow you.” I said I didn’t want to command and that I only wanted to be a soldier of the country. I took a green ribbon and I attached it to my hat. How fast the blaze spread!
You can mix them as you feel fit. I'm sure Camille did. ;-)