GILBERT (pressing her in his arms).
Ah, what happiness! But is it real, all this happiness?
[For some time a distant noise has been heard; confused voices, a tumult. It grows dark.
JOSHUA.
What is that noise?
[He goes to the window which overlooks the street.
JANE.
Oh! My God! Let nothing happen!
JOSHUA.
There is a great crowd off there. Pick-axes, pikes, torches. The Queen's pensioners on horseback, and fighting. They are all coming this way! What cries! The devil! It looks like a public revolt.