Don't let things go any further. Yield, madame, while there is yet time. You can yet say "the rabble"; in an hour you will have to say "the people"!
[The cries increase, the noise comes nearer.
THE QUEEN.
In an hour!
SIMON RENARD (going to gallery and returning).
In a quarter of an hour, madame. The first wall of the Tower is broken down. One more step, the mob will be here.
THE PEOPLE.
To the Tower! to the Tower! Fabiani! death to Fabiani!
THE QUEEN.
How right they are who call the people terrible! Fabiano!