GILBERT.
With my hand upon the gospel, and my approaching death before my eyes, I swear that this man is an assassin; that this dagger, which is his, was used for the crime; that this purse, which is his, was given to me in payment for the crime. May God help me! It is the truth!
THE LORD CHANCELLOR (to Fabiani).
My lord, what have you to say?
FABIANI.
Nothing! I am lost.
SIMON RENARD (low to The Queen).
Your Majesty sent for the executioner. He is there!
THE QUEEN.
Good! Let him come in!