Not a word! Not a word! You are indeed lost, as you say. You will mount the scaffold as did Suffolk and Northumberland. This will be a festival such as I have given before to my good city of London. You know how she hates you, this good city of mine! Faith, when one wants vengeance, it's a good thing to be Mary, Queen of England, daughter of Henry VIII. and mistress of four seas. When you are on the scaffold, you can make a long speech to the people, if you like, as Northumberland did, or a long prayer to God, as Suffolk did, in order to give pardon the time to arrive; but God is my witness that you are a traitor, and the pardon will not come. This wretched liar who talked of love to me, and this morning even said "thou" to me--Eh, gentlemen, it seems to amaze you that I talk thus openly before you; but I repeat it, what do I care? [_To Lord Somerset._] My lord duke, you are constable of the Tower; demand this man's sword! FABIANI. Here it is; but I protest. Admitting that it is proved that I deceived or seduced a woman-- THE QUEEN. What does it matter to me whether you have seduced a woman? Do I concern myself about that? These gentlemen are witnesses, it is a matter of indifference to me! FABIANI. The seduction of a woman is not a capital offense, madame. Your Majesty could not procure Frogmorton's condemnation upon the same accusation! THE QUEEN. I believe he defies us now! The worm has become a serpent. Who says you are accused of that? FABIANI. Of what else am I accused? I am not an Englishman; I am no subject of your Majesty. I am a subject of the King of Naples and a vassal of the Holy Father. I will appeal to his embassador, the eminent Cardinal Polus, to save me. I will defend myself, madame. I am a stranger! I cannot be tried unless I have committed a crime--a real crime. What is my crime? THE QUEEN. You ask what your crime is? FABIANI. Yes, madame. THE QUEEN. You all hear this question that he has asked, my lords? You shall hear the answer. Listen, and look out for yourselves, all of you, however great you may be, because you will see that I need only stamp upon the earth with my foot to bring from out of it a scaffold. Chandos, open that folding-door. Call the Court--every one! Bid every one enter. [_The door at the back is opened. The entire Court enters._ SCENE VIII _The same. The Lord Chancellor, all the Court_ THE QUEEN. Enter, enter, my lords! I am truly pleased to see you to-day. Good! good! The officers of the law this way: nearer, nearer! Where are the sergeants-at-arms of the House of Lords? Harriot and Herbert? Ah, there you are, gentlemen! Be welcome! Draw your swords. Good! Place yourselves at the right and at the left of that man. He is your prisoner. FABIANI. Madame, what is my crime? THE QUEEN.