Pal.Begone, I bid thee,
Lest thou be found here.
Sq.Nay, I’ll not be gone.
’Tis but some twenty feet: I’ll lift thee down.
The street is watched.
Pal.Hark, Squarcialupu, tell me;
Is’t true I’m tracked?
Sq.’Tis certain.
Pal.Then I think
If Manuel knew of this ... Hark, I will come.