[_Gilbert takes the body up by the head, Fabiani by the feet; they carry it to the parapet._ FABIANI. Yes. Faith, my friend, I can no longer exactly tell which of us killed this man! [_They go down behind the parapet. Fabiani re-appears._ It is done. Good-night, comrade! Go your way! [_He starts toward the house, but turns back, seeing that Gilbert follows him._ Well, what do you want? Money for your trouble? In truth, I don't owe you anything, but here, take this. [_He gives his purse to Gilbert, whose first impulse is to refuse it, but who accepts it afterward with the air of a man who has reflected._ Well, go! What more are you waiting for? GILBERT. Nothing. FABIANI. Then stay, if it pleases you. You can have the fine starlight while I have the pretty girl. God be with you! [_He starts toward the door of the house and is about to open it._ GILBERT. Where are you going? FABIANI. Faith, into my house! GILBERT. How? Into your house! FABIANI. That is what I said. GILBERT. Which of us two is dreaming? A short time ago you told me that I was the Jew's assassin! Now you tell me that that house is yours. 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 assassin! I tell you that you are an insolent knave! I tell you, you have pronounced 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 Clanbrassil, 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 assassinate you, you villain! FABIANI. Dear me! How violent you are, my friend. GILBERT. I will be revenged upon you, my lord! FABIANI.