_Hu._ O, well done, Constance. _Ph._ And I wronged Manuel. 2640 I violated friendship, and the bond Of hospitality. _Con._ All that I know, And all forgive. _Hu._ Forgive him, and forget it. So should it be. _Ph._ Yet if thou sayest that, Thou dost not know that ’twas my treachery Procured his exile, whence ensued his death. _Con._ All this I know, and I forgive it all. _Hu._ (_aside_). This is too soft. Doth her mind wander still? _Ph._ Thou understandest? Knowest thou that did he live To-day he were the ruler of his country? 2650 _Con._ Nay; now, sir, this is new. How came you by it? _Ph._ In a despatch I hold, his full appointment Is writ and sealed. _Con._ He will be very glad To hear of this. _Ph._ What sayst thou, then? _Hu._ (_aside_). O misery! _Con._ I know you call him dead; but still to me He makes his visitations. I have seen him This morning in my chamber. Nay, I say, I see him now. _Hu._ What saith she? (_To Livio._) Alas, alas! Thy sister’s mind is gone. This was the reason Of her strange cheerfulness. _Ph._ May God forgive us 2660 Our fatal mischief. _Con._ Give me the despatch: I’ll shew it him, sirs, else he might not believe me: But if I take it ... _Ph._ (_to Hu._). What, sir, shall I do? _Ros._ Humour her fancy, I will lead her out. _Hu._ Ferdinand, give it to her. Alas, alas! _Con._ (_taking_). I thank thee, sir. (_To Man._) Now, father, here’s a matter To make us laugh within. [_Exeunt Rosso, Constance, and Manuel._ _Hu._ Philip, she is mad. _Ph._ I see it, and I the cause. _Hu._ A laughing idiot. O, cruel heavens, Ye had no stroke more fearful. Would to God 2670 That Manuel yet were living, tho’ I hate him, Rather than this. [_Shouting without of “Palicio,” etc._] What noise is that? _LIVIO._ The rebels, sir, again. _Enter an Officer._ _OFFICER._ The city, sire, is risen; and the people, With John Palicio at their head, demand The king’s despatches. _Hu._ John Palicio! Is he escaped again? Send Blasco hither. Livio, where is he? _Liv._ Sir, I do not know.