_Con._ I knew ’twas all unproven. Who brought this lie, and propped it with the promise To make it true? _Hu._ Go, girl, I hear the duke. He must not see thee thus. _Con._ So far is well. I gladly go.—Dear father! _Hu._ Go take thy grief Where thou canst comfort it. This Manuel 1530 Hath not deceived thee more than me, and me Would have more grossly wronged. _Con._ Alas! alas! [_Exit._ _Hu._ The proof will be to search his house, and so Both knaves are caught at once. Now to that end Lest he get wind of it I have bid him hither, And shall detain him till ’tis done. _Enter Philip._ Your grace, I have stayed for you. _PHILIP._ ’Tis well. I bring conviction. Palicio lies in Manuel’s house. His room Is locked and darkened: save for that, and orders That none shall enter, there is no precaution. 1540 _Hu._ The abominable Pharisee! _Ph._ Now Margaret hath been hurried from the house On plea of health: I bear a letter from her To Constance. _Hu._ Give’t me. _Ph._ Pardon, your excellence; I promised I would see it in Constance’s hands. _Hu._ My hands are hers: a daughter cannot read Letters her father may not. Nay, the more Such right’s resented, more’s the need to use it.— And from a traitor’s house! _Ph._ (_giving_). Your privilege, sir, Invades my honour. 1550 _Hu._ Tut, tut, tut, ’tis mine: [_Takes it._ Be not so squeamish. [_Reads._ _I can write all’s well. Yet, as thou lovest Manuel, breathe no word Of aught I saw. I go from home to-day; Will see thee when returned._—Why, this is nothing. _Ph._ Taken alone ’twere nothing; but there’s nothing Could better fit our knowledge; nay it adds To what we know. I see that Margaret flies From the discovery that she hath made herself; And fears for Manuel. I grieve but for her. His enmity to you precludes all pity. 1560 I have come to see his papers, which contain Charges against your excellence, prepared With such unfriendly skill, that to discredit them, Should ever they reach court, would cost far more Than any price or pains you now might spend In their suppression.