who I am to-night!—Another dangerous man, of whom I must be rid.
Gilbert.Tell me instantly that you have lied like a dastard, and that Jane is not your mistress!
Fabiani.Know you her hand?
[He takes a note from his pocket.
Read this.
[Aside, while Gilbert convulsively unfolds the paper.
'Tis most important that he go in and seek a quarrel with Jane; that will give my people time to arrive.
Gilbert [reading.]"I shall be alone to-night; you may come."—Malediction! My lord, you have dishonoured my betrothed; you are an infamous scoundrel! Give me satisfaction!
Fabiani [drawing his sword.]With all my heart. Where is your sword?
Gilbert.O rage! to be a man of the people, and wear neither sword nor dagger! Look you, I will lie in wait for you at night, at a street-corner, and I will bury my nails in your throat and kill you, vile knave!
Fabiani.La! la! you are over-violent, my good friend!
Gilbert.Oh! I will be revenged on you, my lord!
Fabiani.You, be revenged on me! You so low, and I so high! You are mad. I defy you.
Gilbert.You defy me?
Fabiani.Yes.
Gilbert.You will see!
Fabiani [aside.]To-morrow's sun must not rise for this man.
[Aloud.]My friend, take my advice and go
