_Man._ Can I be wrong? Her head was turned the day She brought you to Palicio. _Ros._ O, Manuel, This makes it sure. _Man._ Yes, and I’m glad of it. _Ros._ Nay, nay: pray hear me. On the very day Palicio left your house, she went, ’twas said, To Monreale: there she hath not been seen. Was’t to Palicio? _Man._ Now, please God, thou’rt wrong. Say, where is he? _Ros._ Stranger than all, he has made Surrender of himself to Livio, Our new justiciary, and awaits his death 2080 In Hugo’s dungeon. _Man._ How! And Margaret? _Ros._ She hath now this morn returned, full of distraction As well might be, but firm beyond her wont. She is in the palace, where she nurses Constance With the cool skill of one that hath his stake Ventured elsewhere ... _Mar._ Good God! Now if thou’rt right, Rosso, this matter needs me more than the other. Thank heaven I am here. Constance is in thy hands: Thou hast her cure. Yet use it with discretion, Knowing my hazard. I shall visit at once 2090 The archbishop; he will stand my friend, and give me Commission in the habit of a priest To see Palicio. Nay, there’s not a moment To lose. Thou mayst contrive that Constance too Should send for me; maybe I thus might see her. Farewell. I go, yet must I take a name; Let it be Thomas, father Thomas. To-night Can I rest at thy house? _Ros._ I pray you will. _Man._ An hour hence couldst thou meet me there? _Ros._ I will. God speed you. _Man._ O, Rosso, Rosso, I fear thou’rt right ... [_Exit._ _Ros._ Ay, ay. I’m right. Alas for Manuel. 2101 ’Tis almost pity he is escaped from death. I would tell Constance, but her throbbing brain Hath no interpreter, and in her ear All words are meaningless, or mean alike Something insane, which in her eager dreaming Steals the world’s place. I have no power to tell. [_Exit._ SCENE · 3 _Room in the Palace. HUGO and PHILIP meeting._ _HUGO._