My death! What do you mean by that word! My death is that Jane loves me no longer. From the day that I was no longer beloved, I was dead. Oh, yes! truly dead. Joshua, what has remained of me since that time won't be worth taking to-morrow. Oh, Joshua, you don't know, you can't understand what a man is when he loves. If any one had said to me, two months ago, "Jane, your Jane without reproach, your Jane so pure, your love, your pride, your lily, your treasure, Jane will give herself to another; will you take her then?" I should have said, "No, I will not have her! rather death a thousand times for her and for myself." And I should have crushed under my feet any one who had dared to speak to me like that. If I would take her?--To-day, you know, Jane is no longer the Jane without stain, whom I adored, the Jane whose brow I hardly dared touch with my lips. Jane has given herself to another--to a wretch! I know it--and--well, it's all the same to me. I love her! My heart is broken, but I love her! I would kiss the hem of her dress, and I would ask her pardon, if she would only take me. She might be in the gutter with those who belong there, and I would take her out, and I would hold her close to my heart, Joshua! Joshua, I would give, not a hundred years of life, since I no longer possess one day, but the eternity which will be mine to-morrow, just to see her smile at me once more--just once more before my death--and to have her say to me those dear words she used to say, "I love you." Joshua, Joshua, that is the way a man's heart is, when he loves. You think you would kill the woman who betrays you? No, you wouldn't kill her; you would lie at her feet afterward, the same as before, only you would be sad. You think I am weak? What should I have gained in killing Jane? Oh, my heart will burst with all these unbearable thoughts! If she only loved me now, what would it matter to me, what she has done? But she loves Fabiani! But she loves Fabiani! It is for Fabiani that she comes here! There is one thing that is sure, it is that I want to die. Have pity on me, Joshua! JOSHUA. Fabiani will die to-day. GILBERT. And I to-morrow. JOSHUA. God is above all. GILBERT. I will be revenged on him to-day. To-morrow, he will be revenged on me! JOSHUA. My brother, here is the second constable of the Tower, Master Eneas Dulverton. You must go in. I will see you again to-night. GILBERT. Oh, to die without being beloved! To have no one to weep for us! Jane! Jane! Jane! [_Re-enters his cell._ JOSHUA. Poor Gilbert! Good God! Who could have foretold that what has happened would happen? [_Goes out. Enter Simon Renard and Master Eneas._ SCENE II Simon Renard, Master Eneas Dulverton SIMON RENARD.