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FABIANI.
Or that of my mistress, which amounts to the same thing.
GILBERT.
Repeat what you have just said.
FABIANI.
My friend, I say, since you wish to know, that this house belongs to a beautiful girl named Jane, who is my mistress.
GILBERT.
And I tell you, my lord, that you lie! I tell you that you are a liar and an a.s.sa.s.sin! I tell you that you are an insolent knave! I tell you, you have p.r.o.nounced some fatal words which will kill us both--you, for having said them: me, for having heard them.
FABIANI.
Dear me! Who the devil is this man?
GILBERT.
I am Gilbert the engraver. Jane is my betrothed.
FABIANI.
And I am the Chevalier Amyas Pawlet. Jane is my mistress.
GILBERT.
You lie, I tell you! You are Lord Clanbra.s.sil, the Queen's favorite.
Don't you think I know that, fool!
FABIANI (_aside_).
Everybody seems to know me to-night. Another dangerous man, whom we must get rid of.
GILBERT.
Tell me instantly that you have lied like a coward, and that Jane is not your mistress!
FABIANI.
Do you know her writing?
[_He takes a note from his pocket._
Read this!
[_Aside, while Gilbert tremblingly unfolds the paper._
If he would go in and quarrel with Jane, it would give my people time to get here.
GILBERT (_reading_).
"I will be alone to-night. You can come." Malediction! My lord, you have dishonored my betrothed, you are an infamous wretch! I demand my revenge.
FABIANI (_putting his hand to his sword_).
Willingly! Where is your sword?
GILBERT.
Oh, fury! To be one of the people! To have nothing--neither sword nor dagger. Well, you can go; but I will wait for you at night, in a corner of the street, and I will stick my nails into your throat, and I will a.s.sa.s.sinate you, you villain!
FABIANI.
Dear me! How violent you are, my friend.
GILBERT.
I will be revenged upon you, my lord!
FABIANI.
You! Revenged upon me? You so low, upon me so high! You are crazy!
I defy you.
GILBERT.
You defy me?
FABIANI.
Yes.
GILBERT.
You shall see.
FABIANI (_aside_).
To-morrow's sun must not rise for this man. [_Aloud._] Friend, listen to me. Go into your house. I am sorry you found it out, but I leave the beauty to you. Go in.
[_He throws a key down at Gilbert's feet._
There is a key, if you haven't got one. Or, if you like it better, you can knock against the shutter three times and Jane will think it is I, and let you in. Good-night. [_He goes off._
