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 Fabiani [drawing his dagger with the right hand and plunging it into his throat.]Save this.

The Man.Ah! traitor!—Help!

[He falls. As he falls, he throws into the darkness behind him, unseen by, a sealed package.

Fabiani [stooping over the body.]'Faith, I do believe he's dead!—The papers—quick!

[He searches the Jew.

How now! nothing! nothing upon him! not a paper! The old miscreant! He lied! He deceived me! He would have robbed me! Damned Jew! No, he has nothing—nothing! I have killed him for nothing. They are all alike, these Jews. Falsehood and theft—that is the Jew! I must dispose of the body—I cannot leave it lying before this door.—

[Going to the back of the stage.

Let me see if the boatman is still here, so that he may assist me to throw it into the river.

[He goes down and disappears behind the parapet. [Enter on the opposite side.

Gilbert.I thought I heard an outcry.

[He spies the body lying on the ground under the lantern.

Some one murdered! The beggar!

The Man [half-rising.]Ah! you come too late, Gilbert.

[He points to the place where he threw the package.

Take that. There are papers that prove that your betrothed is the daughter and heiress of the last Lord Talbot. My murderer is Lord Clanbrassil, the Queen's favourite.—Oh! I am choking.—Gilbert, avenge me and avenge yourself.

[He dies.