_Ph._ I care not what men say. And now it hurts me more to hear thee blame Another for the fault I stumbled in, Than if ’twas said of me. I need thy knowledge. Look, thou canst serve me; and I let none serve For nothing. Take my purse (_gives it_); thou mayst have need To spend so much for me. _Bl._ I thank your grace. I shun no obligation, and I am poor. _Ph._ True, all men are so. Come now to my chamber, Where we may talk in private. _Bl._ (_aside_). ’Tis well begun. 630 [_Exeunt._ SCENE · 3 _A room in Manuel’s house. PALICIO reclining on a long chair half-dressed. Daylight nearly excluded: one candle burns._ _PALICIO._ I seem to have lived a life in these few days; To have died, and waked in no less strange a place, Than where I think departed spirits will fly In doom of death and unendurable silence After their day of doing. Oh! ’tis strange What just the shedding a few drops of blood Will bring about—to loosen a handkerchief, And on her undiscoverable journey The soul sets forth. Nay, but to bleed so far As I have done, breeds fancies much akin 640 To death; else would my spirit more revolt ’Gainst this enforcèd quiet and idleness: This blocking of my life just on the stir And hurry of hope, when all my operations Pressed to success. I am surely very weak, That I can lie and fret not, when I hear The distant cries, passing from street to street, Which tell how prompt and ripe my people were For this their lost occasion. (_Knocking heard._) Some one knocks. Nay, the key turns. ’Tis Manuel. _MARGARET_ (_at door_). May I come in? 650 _Pal._ (_aside_). Ah! who is this? Who’s there? [_Covering himself._ _Mar._ (_entering_). ’Tis only I, Manuël’s sister. I have come to see If I can do you any service, lady. _Pal._ He did not send you? _Mar._ Nay, but I may hope I shall not seem to intrude, thus waiting on you. _Pal._ (_aside_). What’s to be done? _Mar._ The room is dark. I fear you are ill. _Pal._ I am hurt and must not stir. _Mar._ Then lying here In pain you must want help and company. ’Tis well I came. May I draw back the curtains? _Pal._ Nay, there was reason, madam, why your brother 660 Shut door and window: I have enemies. _Mar._ Alas, alas! I can shew equal care. First to relock the door. (_Aside, going to door._) She is a lady. _Pal._ (_aside_). ’Tis the famous Margaret.