_Pal._ Begone, I bid thee, Lest thou be found here. _Sq._ Nay, I’ll not be gone. ’Tis but some twenty feet: I’ll lift thee down. The street is watched. _Pal._ Hark, Squarcialupu, tell me; Is’t true I’m tracked? _Sq._ ’Tis certain. _Pal._ Then I think If Manuel knew of this ... Hark, I will come. Go thou and tell my men that I will come. 1010 To-morrow morning let them look to find me At Monreale. If I come not then Let none look for me more. But if I come All shall be well. Go thou and tell them this. _Sq._ Come, captain, while thou mayst. _Pal._ I bid thee go. Obey me at once. _Sq._ (_whistles at window and is answered_). I have thy promise. To-morrow we shall see thee. [_Exit._ _Pal._ But for this cursed wound I had fled. To cure it must I risk my soul? Fool that I was, had I escaped with him 1019 I might have found a surgeon—now when she comes I will say nothing. Nothing ... yet, that’s no hope; For seeing her I must love her: and if I fail To win her wholly, I must lose my soul She is here. (_Aside._) Ah! what is this? _Enter Margaret, with Rosso blindfold._ _MARGARET_ (_to Rosso_). You now are in the room. Stand in your place. While I make ready. (_To Pal._) Let me wrap this cloth About thy face. Lie ever still, and speak not. (_To Rosso._) Your eyes, sir, are at liberty. _ROSSO_ (_unbandaging_). Coming hither, I thought ’twould make a pretty poem to tell Of one, whose cruel mistress ne’er allowed 1030 The meanest favour, till he dreamed one night That he was blind, and she, in pity of him, Led him forth by the hand where he would go, But left him suddenly; whereat he awoke, And wished no more to see ... _Mar._ Now, sir Apollo, come. Here lies your patient. Give him your aid, and tell your poem after. _Ros._ Well, let us see. Ay, here is all I need. Set them thus on the table, and here the light, So. (_arranging_). ’Tis the right arm. (_unbinding_.) Ah! when was this done? 1040 _Mar._ Have you forgot, sir? questions are forbidden. _Ros._ See, thou must hold his arm for me. Press here Thy fingers; firmly,—so. Thou dost not faint At sight of blood? _Mar._ Nay, nay. And yet I know not. If there be much, I faint.