Margaret.

But now My brother has a new philosophy.

Ph. Ah! If you share the secret, and I be thought Worthy of initiation, may I hear it?

Mar. And welcome. Manuel, in his deep research For the first cause and harmony of things, Hit upon both together—they are one: ’Tis love. And now, since I profess it not, And since ’twas learnt of you...

Man. (to Mar.). Hush, sister, hush!

Ph. I am very proud of such a pupil. (Aside.) Since He has learned my love so readily, it may be That he may catch my jealousy—

Hu. Come, duke, Sit here by me. There’s more to talk of. Livio, Fetch us the papers.

Philip crosses to L. and sits by Hugo.

Man. (crossing to R.). They must grant us, Constance, A moment now. All day I have been away, And yesterday I saw you not at all. Can you forgive a lover so remiss?