Hu.Tut, tut, tut, ’tis mine: [Takes it.
Be not so squeamish.[Reads.
I can write all’s well.
Yet, as thou lovest Manuel, breathe no word
Of aught I saw. I go from home to-day;
Will see thee when returned.—Why, this is nothing.
Ph. Taken alone ’twere nothing; but there’s nothing
Could better fit our knowledge; nay it adds
To what we know. I see that Margaret flies
From the discovery that she hath made herself;