_Ros._ And thou Refusest me in a trifle? Then I will dare (_unbandaging_) To raise my terms. If I may kiss thy hand 1091 I’ll be content. _Mar._ ’Tis I, sir, should kiss yours. ’Tis that hath earned the homage: and I’ll be kind. That hath done well; and thus I kiss it. (_Kisses Rosso’s hand._) Now, Go, go in peace: thou’rt paid. [_Making him go out._ [_Exit Rosso._ _Pal._ (_sitting_). Why didst thou that? _Mar._ He loves me. _Pal._ Wouldst thou be as kind to me, If I should love thee? _Mar._ But he sends me sonnets. _Pal._ I could write sonnets. _Mar._ Ah, but his are writ In pure Sicilian. _Pal._ ’Tis my proper tongue. _Mar._ I have kept my promise, sir, and now must leave. 1100 Your wound is healed. _Pal._ I fear I scarce can thank thee, If ’tis thy word to go. Or, if thou stayest But to cure wounds,—I have another wound I shewed thee not, which hath a deeper seat: This hand may cure it. _Mar._ Nay, what mean you, sir? _Pal._ Margaret, I love thee. There, thou hast it all. Thou hast stolen my soul. I thought—my pride, my hope— O, I thought wrong—’tis nothing. All I have done, Or would do, I cast aside: I love thee only. _Mar._ Giovanni. 1010 _Pal._ O, ’tis true, there’s nothing noble, Beautiful, sacred, dear, familiar to me, I hold now at a straw’s worth: body and soul I am thine, Margaret, I am thine. O, answer me! _Mar._ Giovanni, ’tis so strange. ’Tis best I go. _Pal._ Thou didst kiss Rosso’s hand. _Mar._ For love of thee. Didst thou not guess? _Pal._ O, then, my dearest, kiss me Now for myself. Can it be true thou lovest me? _Mar._ Alas! ’tis learned too quickly. _Pal._ Can I think it, Spite of my savage life, my outlawry, My poverty? _Mar._ O, what are these? _Pal._ Indeed, 1120 My blood is noble. _Mar._ These are not the checks Or lures of love. Nay, what is noble blood? What were’t to be a lion, and to fly The hunter like a hare? And if man shew Less fearless fierce and hungry for the right Than doth a beast for food, what is his title To be God’s image worth? That best nobility Hath no more claim. _Pal._ But canst thou share my life? _Mar._ I am restless for it. _Pal._ Leave thy rank? thy wealth?