THE QUEEN. And if there are not, we will make them! We are not a queen for nothing! GILBERT. Your Majesty will give back to Lord Talbot's daughter the estates, lands, rank, coat-of-arms, and device of her father. Your Majesty will remove her from all proscription, and will guarantee that her life shall be safe. Your Majesty will marry her to this lord, who is the only man she can marry. Upon these conditions, madame, you can dispose of me, of my liberty, of my life, and of my will as you see fit. THE QUEEN. Good! I will do what you have asked. GILBERT. Your Majesty will do what I have asked? The Queen of England swears it to me, Gilbert the engraver, upon her crown which is here, and upon the open gospel which is there? THE QUEEN. Upon the royal crown which is here, and the divine gospel which is there, I swear it. GILBERT. The compact is concluded, madame. Have a tomb prepared for me and a nuptial bed prepared for the lovers. The lord I speak of is Fabiani, Earl of Clanbrassil. Talbot's heiress, behold her! JANE. What does he say? THE QUEEN. Am I dealing with a fool? What do you mean? Have a care, sir! You are bold to mock the Queen of England! In the royal chambers people should look to their words; there are times when the lips bring the head to the block! GILBERT. You have my head, madame; I have your oath. THE QUEEN. You do not mean to say you are speaking seriously? This Fabiano--this Jane! Come, come! GILBERT. This Jane is the daughter and the heiress of Lord Talbot. THE QUEEN. Bah! Nonsense! Delusion! Fancy! Have you got the proofs? GILBERT. Complete! [_He takes a packet from his breast._ Read these papers. THE QUEEN. Have I time to read your papers? Did I ask for your papers? What do your papers matter to me? If they prove anything, upon my soul, I will throw them into the fire and nothing will be left of them. GILBERT. Nothing but your oath, madame! THE QUEEN. My oath, my oath! GILBERT. Upon the crown and upon the gospel, madame; that is to say, on your head and your soul--on your life in this world, and on your life in the next. THE QUEEN. But what do you want? Oh, I swear you are mad! GILBERT. What do I want? Jane has lost her rank, give it back to her! Jane has lost her honor, give it back to her! Proclaim her the daughter of Lord Talbot and the wife of Lord Clanbrassil, and then take my life. THE QUEEN.