You have managed the matter very skillfully. You have concealed your name. You are safe as far as the Queen is concerned. The poor girl thinks she has been seduced by a nobleman from Somerset county, named Amyas Pawlet.
FABIANI.
All—he knows it all! Well, come to the point. What do you want of me?
THE MAN.
My lord, suppose some one had in his possession the papers which prove the birth, existence, and rights of Talbot's heiress! It would make you as poor as my ancestor Job, Don Fabiano, and would leave you no better castles than your castles in Spain, which would be very hard for you.
FABIANI.
Yes! But no one has those papers.
THE MAN.
Yes. Some one has them.
FABIANI.