Pal.Wilt thou aid me, love,
To fly to-night? By morning I may meet
My men at San Martino: all my schemes
May yet be saved.
Mar.Ah! wilt thou go, Giovanni?
Thou’rt yet too weak.
Pal.My presence, not my strength,
Is needed.
Mar. Alas! I fear.
Pal.What, Margaret, dost thou fear?