Pal.But for this cursed wound
I had fled. To cure it must I risk my soul?
Fool that I was, had I escaped with him
I might have found a surgeon—now when she comes
I will say nothing. Nothing ... yet, that’s no hope;
For seeing her I must love her: and if I fail
To win her wholly, I must lose my soul
She is here. (Aside.) Ah! what is this?
Enter Margaret, with Rosso blindfold.
MARGARET (to Rosso).