To Monreale, or would have come myself.
Ph. I’ll tell her so. I pray the change restore thee,—
And soon. Indeed thou look’st not well. Farewell.
Mar. Farewell. (Aside.) Look I then ill? I never felt
So light and keen in spirit. [Exit.
Ph. (solus). This fits in, too. She is sent to Monreale,
Lest she should make discovery. ’Tis thus
I join the threads. Palicio climbed the wall,
Came hither thro’ the garden: here he stayed
And bound his wound. So far the track. There has been