Blasco.

Stay, not so fast, You pretty pair of loving turtle-doves, Cooing your sweet farewells in such a cote; We shall not separate you yet so far.

_Mar._ Ah me!

_Pal._ What means this insult?

_Bl._ Forward, fellows. Take ye the lady to the cell I shewed, And bind her arms.

_Pal._ Who dares?

_Bl._ Fool, stand aside! Seest thou my sword?

_Pal._ Ho! villain, die! } _Palicio springs on } Blasco suddenly, and _Bl._ God! I am slain. [_Falls._ } stabs him with dagger in } his left. Seizing Blasco’s _Pal._ And thou, } sword in his right, which Thinking to find me here unarmed, go thou! } he has disengaged from } the sling, he kills _Soldier._ Ah! } another with that; and } when the rest fly is [_Dies ... the rest fly._ } left standing with a } bloody weapon in each _Pal._ Two are escaped. } hand._

_Mar._ And one was Livio.

_Pal._ What means this damnable design?

_Mar._ Giovanni, I see, I know. Fly now—take thou the sword. Give me the dagger. Follow. I know the way. There will be none to stay thee. If there be, Serve them as Blasco. Come, come; follow quickly. [_Exit._ _Pal._ (_following_). Margaret, Margaret. [_Exit._