Faith! I believe he is dead. Quick, the papers. [_He searches the Jew._] What! he hasn't got them. He has nothing--nothing at all about him! Not a paper! He was lying, the old wretch! He deceived me: he wanted to rob me. Is it possible, you accursed Jew! No, he has nothing. That is clear. I have killed him for nothing. They are all alike, these Jews. To lie and steal, that is all they can do. Come, let us get rid of this corpse; I can't leave it here at the door. [_Goes up stage._] I will see if the boatman is still there; he can help me throw it into the Thames. [_He descends, and disappears behind the parapet._ GILBERT (_enters from the opposite side_). I thought I heard a cry! [_He perceives the body stretched upon the ground under the lantern._ Some one has been assassinated! The beggar! THE MAN (_lifting himself half-way up_). Ah, you come too late, Gilbert. [_He points to the place where he threw the packet._ Take them. They are the papers which prove that Jane, your betrothed, is daughter and heiress of the last Lord Talbot. My assassin is Lord Clanbrassil, the Queen's favorite. Oh, I suffocate! Gilbert, avenge me! Avenge yourself! [_He dies._ GILBERT. Dead! Avenge myself? What does he mean? Jane, daughter to Lord Talbot? Lord Clanbrassil! The Queen's favorite? Oh, I am lost in wonder! [_Shaking the body._] Speak! One word more! He is indeed dead! SCENE VII Gilbert, Fabiani FABIANI (_returning_). Who goes there? GILBERT. A man has been assassinated. FABIANI. No, a Jew. GILBERT. Who killed him? FABIANI. Faith! You or I. GILBERT. Sir? FABIANI. No witnesses. A corpse on the ground. Two men beside it. Which is the assassin? There is nothing to prove it is one rather than the other--I rather than you. GILBERT. Miserable man! You are the assassin! FABIANI. Well, yes! To be frank, I am. What of it? GILBERT. I am going to call the constables. FABIANI. You are going to help me throw the body into the water. GILBERT. I will have you seized and punished. FABIANI. You will help me throw the body into the water. GILBERT. You are insolent. FABIANI. Do as I say! Let us destroy all traces of this. Believe me, you are more interested in the matter than I am. GILBERT. Upon my soul! FABIANI. One of us two did the deed. I am a great lord, a nobleman. You are a passer-by, a peasant, a man of the people. A noble who kills a Jew pays a fine of four sous; a man of the people who kills one of his fellow-creatures is hanged. GILBERT. You would dare-- FABIANI. If you denounce me, I will denounce you. I will be believed sooner than you. At any rate, the chances are unequal. Four sous fine for me, and the gallows for you. GILBERT. No witnesses! No proofs! Oh, my brain is bewildered! This miserable man is right, he has me in his power. FABIANI. Shall I help you throw the corpse into the river? GILBERT. You are a demon!