Ten Years Later: The Man in The Iron Mask by Alexandre Dumas Chapter 46 Page 13

But do not avenge your seigneur, do not think of avenging him. You would sacrifice yourselves in vain — you, your wives and children, your property, your liberty. Lay down your arms, my friends — lay down your arms! since the king commands you so to do — and retire peaceably to your dwellings. It is I who ask you to do so; it is I who beg you to do so; it is I who now, in the hour of need, command you to do so, in the name of M. Fouquet.”

The crowd collected under the window uttered a prolonged roar of anger and terror.

“The soldiers of Louis XIV. have reached the island,” continued Aramis. “From this time it would no longer be a fight betwixt them and you — it would be a massacre. Begone, then, begone, and forget; this time I command you, in the name of the Lord of Hosts!”