Part 23 (1/2)
GILBERT
It is for Fabiani?
JOSHUA
It is for Fabiani
GILBERT
How fortunate that man is! Maledictions on me!
JOSHUA
Poor Gilbert! Your turn will come! To-day, it is he; to-morroill be you!
GILBERT
What do you say? We are not thinking of the sa about?
JOSHUA
About the scaffold which they are building
GILBERT
And I--I a of Jane!
JOSHUA
Of Jane?
GILBERT
Yes, of Jane! Only of Jane What does the rest otten, have you? You don't relued to the bars of my cell, from which I can look into the street, I have watched her, pale and sad, wandering around the base of this tohich holds two uish, have you, and s? For which of us does she coht I asked you, Joshua; and last night you promised to try to see her, and speak to her Oh, tell ! Is it for me she comes, or is it for Fabiani?
JOSHUA
I learned that Fabiani is certainly to be beheaded to-day, and you to-morrow, and from that moment I confess I lost my head, Gilbert
The scaffold drove Jane entirely out of hts Your death--
GILBERT
My death! What do you er Froer beloved, I was dead
Oh, yes! truly dead Joshua, what has re to-morrow Oh, Joshua, you don't know, you can't understand what a o, ”Jane, your Jane without reproach, your Jane so pure, your love, your pride, your lily, your treasure, Jane will give herself to another; will you take her then?” I should have said, ”No, I will not have her! rather death a thousand times for her and for myself” And I should have crushed under my feet any one who had dared to speak to me like that If I would take her?--To-day, you know, Jane is no longer the Jane without stain, whom I adored, the Jane whose brow I hardly dared touch with iven herself to another--to a wretch! I know it--and--well, it's all the same to me I love her! My heart is broken, but I love her! I would kiss the hem of her dress, and I would ask her pardon, if she would only takethere, and I would take her out, and I would hold her close to ive, not a hundred years of life, since I no longer possess one day, but the eternity which will be mine to-morrow, just to see her smile at me once more--just once more before my death--and to have her say to me those dear words she used to say, ”I love you” Joshua, Joshua, that is the way a man's heart is, when he loves You think you would kill the woman who betrays you? No, you wouldn't kill her; you would lie at her feet afterward, the same as before, only you would be sad You think I a Jane? Oh, hts! If she only loved me noould it matter to me, what she has done? But she loves Fabiani! But she loves Fabiani! It is for Fabiani that she co that is sure, it is that I want to die Have pity on me, Joshua!
JOSHUA
Fabiani will die to-day