Jane.'Tis well. Go quickly. The noise is increasing. I wish that you were far away!
Joshua.Here are the keys. There are twelve doors to open and close between here and the shore of the river. 'Twill take a good quarter of an hour.
Jane.A quarter of an hour! twelve doors! 'tis frightful!
Gilbert [embracing her.]Good-bye, Jane. A few moments more of separation, and we shall be united for life.
Jane.For eternity! [To the Boatman.] Sir, I commend him to you.
Master Æneas [to the Boatman, in an undertone.]For fear of accident, do not hurry.
[Exit Gilbert with the Boatman.
Joshua.He is saved. Now we must look to ourselves! I must close this cell. [He locks the door of Gilbert's cell.] 'Tis done. Come quickly this way.
[Exit with Jane by the other masked door.
Master Æneas [alone.]Fabiani remains in the trap! There's a very crafty little woman whom Master Simon Renard would have paid handsomely. But how will the Queen take it all? God grant that it does not fall back upon me!
[Enter hurriedly, through the gallery, Simon Renard and The Queen. The uproar outside constantly increases. It is almost entirely dark.—Cries of "Death!" torches, vague mutterings of the crowd. Clashing of weapons, reports of fire-arms, stamping of horses. Several gentlemen, with daggers drawn, accompany The Queen. Among them, Clarence, the Herald of England, bearing the royal banner, and the Herald
