No cheer. Thy questioning looks may not be answer’d With any brightness, duke: and yet take heart. The fever of our climate is in the onset 2110 Oft overmasked as this. ’Twill clear and pass. ’Twere quite incredible she should so sicken Of mere affection. The compacted body Hath its machinery for health and action, Its appetites for food and rest, too firm To be unfixed by fancy. Like a river Our life flows on, whose surface storms may vex, But never move the current from its bed. _PHILIP._ I heartily repent my part in this. I wronged poor Manuel. _Hu._ Now thou wrong’st me. 2120 Him being dead thou canst not wrong. ’Tis plain The objection falls. If once there was a motive That might have stayed thee ... _Ph._ Nay, upbraid me not. _Hu._ How, I upbraid thee? _Ph._ That I pressed my suit. _Hu._ Rather for slackness in it. _Ph._ If she recover ’Tis all I pray for. _Hu._ Not so. This will pass. ’Twill be forgotten. All will be forgotten. Look but on Margaret, doth her brother’s death Craze her? _Ph._ Indeed, I think she is nigh distracted; And if she bear up better there’s a reason: 2130 She hath a comforter. Nay, I may tell you I saw your doctor here take her aside, And when he spoke, her face of woe lit up. She loves him. ’Twas a match that Manuel wished. _Hu._ Nay, nay! what! Rosso, the apothecary! _Enter Livio and Blasco._ Ah, Livio; Constance calls thy name, ’tis hoped That she may know thee. _LIVIO._ Is she better, sire? _Hu._ Nay: but she asked for thee, and Rosso said Thou shouldst be sent for. Come within. _Ph._ May I Far as the door? _Hu._ Ay, come. _BLASCO_ (_aside to Liv._). Tell Margaret, 2140 Who hath some matter for me, that I am here. [_Exeunt Hugo and Livio._ _Ph._ Count, thou hast lied to me. If that suffice To raise thy temper, meet me when thou wilt: If not, and Constance die, I’ll use thee worse. [_Exit._ _Bl._ Ay, ay. No doubt there may be danger for me Even from that quarter: but I have a foe That threats me more. How came she by the letter? Only Palicio and his messenger Could know ’twas mine. _Enter Margaret._ _MARGARET._ ’Tis business with thee, count: Therefore few words. I have thy treasonous letter And other proofs, which I shall bring against thee Unless thou do my bidding.