English poem
Margaret.
That I can tell. Your secretary Blasco promised me, Who desired nothing more than the release Of John Palicio, that he would contrive To free him, if on my part I returned A certain letter to his hands, wherein, [Shewing. As you may read, he had betrayed your person To John Palicio for a price. Then I, As holder of this written ransom, came To see my kinsman freed; when in the dungeon False Blasco, with two villains and another, Who was your son, appeared before us armed: And thinking there to find Palicio Defenceless, would have slain him, and forced me To give them back this writing: but Palicio Sprang up, slew Blasco, and escaped.
Ph. His death Was due from me.
Hu. Give me the letter, pray. Say, Livio, is this true?
Liv. I never knew Of this betrayal, sir; I trusted Blasco.
Mar. He counts for nothing, since he ran away.
Enter Palicio.
Hu. Is this the man?
Man. Thou art my prisoner.