_Bl._ What is that, 2152 My lady Peremptory? speak thy will. _Mar._ Attend. Palicio is condemned to die At noon to-morrow. I require that thou Contrive that he escape, ay, and go clear Three hours before that time. _Bl._ Impossible. _Mar._ ’Tis not so, count. For Livio had promised me The very thing; but since his price exceeds What I need pay to thee ... _Bl._ My price, how mean you? 2160 _Mar._ I will give back thy letter to thy hands, And promise secrecy in every matter I had against thee. _Bl._ Give me now the letter, And I will do it. _Mar._ Nay. Thou’lt do it first. _Bl._ Then say that if at nine to-morrow morn I have a friendly guard— _Mar._ Keep to that hour: ’Twill do. I shall be there to see it done. I’ll bring the letter with me. I can provide His further safety. If thou fail, the enquiry, Which I can set on foot, delays his death, 2170 Till I find other means. _Bl._ But still I see not My own security. _Mar._ Thou hast my promise: And thy security is only this, To keep to thine. I go. Remember, nine. [_Exit._ _Bl._ Wheu! wheu! Who hath the secret now? Indeed, I see this dainty lady hath a lover We little dreamed of. Therefore was he housed With Manuel. O, Giovann Palicio: Thus Livio’s rival. And thou blab of me To mistress Margaret, dost thou? well, well, well! I’ll see thee die for that. Die now thou must. 2181 I have, sir, but to tell this tale in the ear Of the chief justiciary, and I am saved. _Re-enter Livio._ Livio, thou hast a rival. _Liv._ I know. _Bl._ Thou knowest? _Liv._ My father saith Margaret will marry Rosso. _Bl._ Rosso! Rosso be hanged! ’Tis John Palicio. _Liv._ Palicio! _Bl._ Yes, Palicio. _Liv._ Nay. _Bl._ I’ll tell thee. Hark.—Was he not concealed in Manuel’s house? _Liv._ Well? _Bl._ And escaping from his house by night, The next day where was Margaret? _Liv._ Ah! _Bl._ And then 2190 ’Twas she betrayed the rebels. _Liv._ Eh! _Bl._ We traced The little book to her servant. _Liv._ That’s against it. _Bl._ Nay: it explains why all the names were there, Only not his. _Liv._ But then ... nay, why should he Surrender? _Bl._ That’s but madness any way. But now she comes demanding his deliverance.