_Mar._ When the church bell with double stroke hath tolled The death-knell of to-morrow’s second hour, While its last jar yet shelters in the ear, 1170 Listen: and at thy door when thou shalt catch A small and wakeful noise, such as is made By the sharp teeth of an unventurous mouse, Scraping his scanty feast when all is still, Come forth. Thou’lt meet my hand, and at the gate I’ll give thee what I have. Tied in thy bundle Will be a letter shewing thee the place Where thou must send me tidings. Now, farewell. _Pal._ Yet not farewell. _Mar._ To-night I shall not see thee: Nor must thou speak. So, till to-morrow’s sun 1180 Lasts our farewell. _Pal._ Then with to-morrow, Margaret, My life begins. _Mar._ O, ’tis the greater joy For me than thee. _Pal._ Ay, for the giver ever Hath the best share. And thus I kiss thee, love. Farewell. _Mar._ Be ready. _Pal._ Trust me. _Mar._ And take thy dagger. Farewell. [_Going._ ACT · III SCENE · 1 _Hall in Manuel’s house. MANUEL and MARGARET._ _MANUEL._ Nay, ’twas ill done. The open window shews He made a breakneck leap into the street. I searched the room, in case he might have left Some explanation written: there was none. 1190 I am vexed. ’Tis a most graceless breach of trust. _MARGARET._ What promise made he? _Man._ None was asked. The knowledge Of duty were enough to bind a man Far less obliged. And then ’tis thankless, Margaret. Twice have we saved his life: first I, then thou: And while we sleep he flies. I blame myself, I should have pledged his word. _Mar._ Hadst thou so done, He would have stayed. _Man._ I know not. Now he is gone ... Go set his room as if he had never been. We must forget the matter. I have summons 1200 From Hugo, and must leave. _Mar._ And when I have done Thy bidding, may I go to Monreale? _Man._ You wish it? _Mar._ Yes. _Man._ What calls you there? _Mar._ A visit. I’ll take Lucia, and can ride Rosamund. _Man._ Nay, nay, I would not have it. Thou wilt meet With Rosso’s people, maybe Rosso himself; And he might misinterpret ... and I think So soon after your game of blindman’s buff, That since thou canst not love him ... _Mar._ Manuel, I promise— _Man._ I want no promises; but if thou goest 1210 Remember ...