Palicio.

No one, no sound. Can I hide here I am safe. I have given the curs the slip, if I can hide. Safe ... But this wound, the blood runs like a river: Unless they track me by it I am clear—so far. A paltry stab. I’ll bind it round and tie it To stop the blood—so, so. Now, where to hide? For here is no protection; ’tis the house Of the chief justiciary ... a doubtful ’scape From prison here. Yet when I saw the wall ’Twas home; then, oh, my God! this flip-flap gear Shackling my knees—Over! ha, ha! the fools Will never guess that leap. But I must hide: Slip out ere morn: or if not that, be bold, Give myself up to Manuel. Is that hope? Manuel the just. ’Twere best reserve that hope Till others fail. Hark!—steps. Where can I get? Behind this curtain—so. [Hides.

Enter Manuel, Philip, Margaret, and Servant.

MANUEL (to servt.).

Giuseppe, show the duke my room. (To Ph.) Taking us unawares o’erlook, I pray, The want of ceremony. You will find all comfort For sleep or wakefulness.