GILBERT.
I wish I were outside now: in our flight, far away: free, with you! Oh, this night, which will never come! The boat is not there. Jane, we will leave London at once, this night. We will leave England; we will go to Venice. Men of my trade make a great deal of money there. You will belong to me! Oh, my God! I am insane! I have forgotten the name you bear. It is too proud a one, Jane.
JANE.
What do you mean?
GILBERT.
Daughter of Lord Talbot.
JANE.
I know one prouder still.
GILBERT.
Which?