_Mar._ Love, thou must sail 2430 Quickly and secretly: and canst not hear Until thou come to land. But then if I Should meet thee there with Manuel, oh, what joy, Could I be first to tell thee. _Pal._ Dost thou think That Manuel hath forgiven me for the wrong I did him, stealing from his house by night? _Mar._ That was my theft, Giovanni; and he forgives: Cry not thou forfeit.—See, I bring thy dagger. _Pal._ But, Margaret, I wronged thee too. I fled From thee; canst thou forgive me? _Mar._ Ask not me 2440 If I have forgiven. Hearken, I will tell thee,— This dagger is the dagger which the woman, Whose name thou didst not know, brought thee in prison: By help of this thou madest thy first escape. ’Tis I that bring it now. These two days past, These days of misery, I have held and worn it But for one purpose; that if thou shouldst die, I might have something which had once been thine To end my life with. _Pal._ Thou! _Mar._ Ay. I had promised This caseless blade my empty heart for sheath. 2450 _Pal._ Margaret! _Mar._ Now take it. I have better hope. [_Palicio takes dagger, and puts it in his breast._ Thou shouldst be armed. _Pal._ And thou hast thought of death? _Mar._ Only if thou hadst died. _Pal._ O, Margaret, Margaret, I am not worthy of thy love. Thou seest I am not. Look how poor a heart I bring to take thee: ’tis too base. I thought I loved thee overmuch. Now, fool, I see I love too little. _Mar._ ’Tis this hateful prison Hath chilled thy spirits. When again thou’rt free Thou’lt be Giovanni. _Pal._ Canst thou love me so? 2460 _Mar._ O, what hath come to thee? Did I not love The hour I bound thy wound: the day I brought Rosso to heal thee, and led thee by the hand, Threading the blindest midnight silently, To set thee free? Dost thou forget? _Pal._ But then, Then I was brave, a leader of the people Against their tyrant: thou didst hold of me As of a hero: now I have failed, I am shamed. _Mar._ O no, Giovanni; thou mistakest sadly My love for thee. _Pal._ I am no more myself. 2470 _Mar._ Then dare I prove to thee how much I love thee, How little thy renown. Remember, thou didst scheme To burn the palace. _Pal._ Ay. _Mar._ Didst thou not promise Me, trembling for thy life, that if that failed, Thou wouldst to Rome with me? _Pal._ My scheme miscarried: I broke my promise.