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 The Queen.Nor by Queen Mary.—Leave me, sir.

[She dismisses with a gesture all who are present.

Renard [to , in an undertone.]Master Æneas, look to the execution.

Master Æneas.Depend upon me.

The People.Death to Fabiani! Fabiani!

The Queen.Which of the two heads, think you, is worth the more at this moment—Fabiani's or yours?

Master Æneas.Your Majesty—

The Queen.You are a traitor!

Master Æneas.Your Majesty—[Aside.] The devil!

The Queen.No excuses. I swear by my mother that when Fabiano dies you shall die.

Master Æneas.But, your Majesty—

The Queen.Save Fabiano, you will save yourself. Not otherwise.

The People.Death to Fabiani! Fabiani!

Master Æneas.Save Lord Clanbrassil! But the mob is outside. It is impossible! How—

The Queen.Find a way.

Master Æneas.Great God! what am I to do?

The Queen.Do as for yourself.

Master Æneas.But the populace will remain under arms until after the execution. To appease them, somebody must be beheaded.

The Queen.Whoever you please.