Palicio.

Three hours have fully passed since first I marked Yon grated hole grow rosy, and exchange Moonlight for dawn. Now soon will Margaret come: And I must go forth to the world disgraced, To fly my country or hide: ay, at the cue Of the chief justiciary, led by a woman. Hast thou the heart, Giovann Palicio, To call this freedom. Nay, since thy right hand Was raised ’gainst wrong in vain, and thou thyself Art charged with wrong, and must admit the wrong, Were’t not now best to end, and shroud thy fortune In veils of death? Thou that hast led the people, Hast thou a knee for favours? Will thy tongue Confess I wronged thee, Manuel, I come forth To be thy prisoner: and I wronged thee, Margaret: I will come forth to be thy pensioner? Shame: rather would I die.

Enter Margaret.