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 Gilbert [embracing her.]What bliss! But can it be that all this bliss is real?

[For several minutes a distant uproar out-of-doors, with confused cries, has been audible. It is growing dark.

Joshua.What is this tumult?

[He goes to the window looking on the street.

Jane.God grant that nothing is going to happen!

Joshua.A great crowd below. Mattocks, pikes and torches. The Queen's pensioners mounted and in battle order. All coming this way. What cries! The deuce! One would say 'twas a popular uprising.

Jane.God grant 'tis not against Gilbert!

Distant Cries.Fabiani! Death to Fabiani!

Jane.Do you hear?

Joshua.Yes.

Jane.What do they say?

Joshua.I cannot hear plainly.

Jane.O my God! my God!

[Enter hastily, by the mashed door, and a boatman.

Master Æneas.My Lord Fabiani! my lord! not an instant to lose! It is known that the Queen intended to save your life. The London populace has risen against you. In a quarter of an hour you will be torn in pieces. Fly, my lord! Here is a hat and a cloak; and here the keys. Here is a boatman. Do not forget that it is to me that you owe all this. Hasten, my lord!