You lie! Where have you got them?
THE MAN.
In my pocket.
FABIANI.
I don"t believe you. Are they all in order? Nothing lacking?
THE MAN.
Nothing is lacking.
FABIANI.
Then I must have them.
THE MAN.
Gently.
FABIANI.
Jew, give me those papers!
THE MAN.
Excellent! Jew, miserable beggar who crawls through the streets, give me the city of Shrewsbury, give me the city of Wexford, give me the earldom of Waterford! Charity, if you please!
FABIANI.
Those papers are everything to me and nothing to you.
THE MAN.
Simon Renard and Lord Chandos would pay me pretty high for them.
FABIANI.
Simon Renard and Lord Chandos are two dogs between whom I will have you hanged.
THE MAN.
You have nothing else to say to me? Then farewell.
FABIANI.
Come back! What do you want me to give you for those papers?
THE MAN.
Something which you have with you.
FABIANI.
My purse?
THE MAN.
Out upon you! Do you want mine?
FABIANI.
What then?
THE MAN.
There is a parchment which never leaves you. It is a signature in blank which the Queen gave you, and in which she swears, upon her Catholic crown, to grant any favor he may ask, to the one who presents it. Give me that signature in blank, and you shall have Jane Talbot"s t.i.tles. Paper for paper.
FABIANI.
What do you want to do with this signature in blank?
THE MAN.
I will explain. Cards on the table, my lord. I have told you your affairs; now I will tell you mine. I am one of the princ.i.p.al money-dealers in Kantersten Street, Brussels. I lend money; it is my business. I lend ten and get back fifteen. I lend to every one: I would lend to the devil; I would lend to the Pope. Two months ago one of my creditors died, without paying me. It was an old exiled servant of the Talbot family. The poor man left nothing but a few rags: I seized them. Among these rags I found a box, and in the box some papers--Jane Talbot"s papers, my lord, giving her entire history in detail and furnishing proofs for better times. The Queen of England had just given you Jane Talbot"s estates. I was in great need of the Queen of England at that time, for I wanted to make a loan of ten thousand gold marks. I realized that I might do business with you. I came to England in this disguise; I made myself a spy upon you, upon Jane Talbot. I did it all myself. In this way I learned everything, and here I am. You shall have Jane Talbot"s papers if you give me the Queen"s signature in blank. I will write upon it that the Queen shall give me ten thousand gold marks. They owe me something at the excise-office, but I won"t haggle. Ten thousand gold marks--nothing more. I don"t ask you for the sum, because only a crowned head could pay it. I am speaking frankly, you see. Two men as clever as we are, my lord, have nothing to gain by deceiving each other. If frankness were banished from the earth, it would be re-discovered in a _tete-a-tete_ between two rogues.
FABIANI.
Impossible! I can"t give you this signature in blank. Ten thousand gold marks! What would the Queen say? And then, to-morrow I may be disgraced: this signature in blank is my safeguard. This signature in blank is my head.
THE MAN.
What does that matter to me?
FABIANI.
Ask me for something else.
THE MAN.
I want that.
FABIANI.
Jew, give me Jane Talbot"s papers.
THE MAN.