Livio.

But since his guilt was clear, Your deed was honourable.

Ph. I am not sure. I was too hasty. How can I quit myself In the ill I have done thy sister?

Liv. Her fever, duke, Cannot be laid to you.

Ph. ’Twas the three shocks Following so fast. Manuel’s disgrace, and then My suit urged out of time, and last his death: ’Twill be no wonder if her mind give way.

Liv. Please heaven it pass. I never thought she loved him So well.

Ph. Nor I, be sure. Where is that Blasco?

Liv. He went to gather what the sailors know Of Manuel’s end.

Ph. No hope but that he’s drowned. I go now to the palace. Should I meet With Blasco, it may be I shall detain him. [Going.

Liv. Ah!

Ph. He has lied to me.

Liv. If there be better tidings Of Constance, send them hither.

Ph. Indeed I will. Is there no news of Margaret?

Liv. Not a word. [Exit Philip. She knows I am here, no doubt: but when she hears Of Manuel’s death she must return.—I think That when her brother lived to do his worst, My suit had fairer chance.

Enter Blasco.

Well, count, what news?